This site is dedicated to the memory of Daphne Smoothy.

Daphne Smoothy was born in Wood Green on April 28, 1934. She is a much loved Mother, Nana and Friend. She will always be missed and in our thoughts.

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My Nana in Numbers... 205 is the size of her shoe collection She had that many pairs to her name But if you loved shopping like she did I’m sure you would tot up the same 306 biscuits in her magic cupboard I didn’t count those, I just guessed But when I was small, I’d be in there all day If I wasn’t, Uncle Mark would eat the rest 72 was the age that she learned to text A pretty cool Nana I’d say She mastered phone lingo far better than me I wish there was signal where she’s gone to stay 79 was the age she was with us ‘til A grand total, make no mistake But you’d never really lived properly Until you’d tasted some of her cake 3 is the number of little Smoothys she had And along came me and then Freddie But she was the biggest kid of them all I’ve seen her opening presents before they were ready Number one is the sort of Nana she was But she wasn’t just mine, she was ours And I bet some nights, if you look carefully You’ll see her browsing the shops in the stars 0 is the number of people who could replace her And our memories won’t ever fade But perhaps now’s the time for my Grandad To turn down his hearing aid? xxx
xenia_rimmer_93
5th August 2013
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Sent by Saint Francis Hospice, Romford on 04/07/2013
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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