This is hard.
I’d known Sandra Lawson casually for three years. In February of this year I got to know her much better. My wife had been in hospital for almost two months and I had no idea when she would be well enough to come home. I built my time around visiting but eventually I thought to myself, I shall have to plan to have one day a week for myself.
A couple of days later Sandra came up to me. ‘You’re coming with me to Valbonne on Thursday,’ she said. ‘I run a knitting group there. It’s a nice ride, if the weather is good we can have the top down. We’ll have lunch, and while I’m running the group you can look round the town.’
This was typical of the thoughtful, kind, caring and imaginative person she was.
For me it was a life-saver.
I went with her a couple of times more and then Janine came home. Sandra took her under her wing, encouraged her in her knitting and took her to Valbonne. We became great friends.
Sandra would always say, ‘If you ever need anything, I’m here.’
And now she’s not. On Tuesday I got a phone call to say that Sandra had died of a heart attack. I was stunned, as has been everyone who heard.
Today is Sandra’s funeral. Knowing her made my world a bigger, brighter, better place. It did the world.
Rest in peace, Sandra.