Death of my great aunt

My great aunt Joan has died. I found out this evening. She was the last of my relatives in that generation and, despite living a good, long life, it's a bit of a shock. Apparently it was sudden and over quickly, which is a good thing. She was the only one of that generation to meet bateleur, and we once took the twins to see her. She bought Edward Bear for them back when they were just a bump and we thought it was only one beeb. Joan used to send me birthday and Christmas cards every year without fail until about three years ago, a year after she had moved into sheltered accommodation. I still sent cards to her and a couple of times a year I heard about her from my dad who phoned her, but I guess I knew then that it wouldn't be for much longer.