A while ago I posted photos of my grandparents' at their own wedding, and at their daughter's wedding. Here is the bride, my Auntie Betty, with her proud father Philip.
Betty had no children and consequently spoiled me rotten - my part of the bargain was to adore her wholeheartedly, which I did. As a child I spent many happy hours playing princesses while wearing Betty's wedding dress - I can still remember the feel and the smell of it.
Betty died of cancer in 1973. Her death left a hole, never quite filled.