We attended a memorial service for PG. She died recently, aged 98 and apparently had been the feisty lady we knew and admired right to the end. As is so often the case at these events, we got glimpses into her past that we had never been aware of, including that she arrived in Melbourne with infant children after her husband, who had enlisted, had been killed in a bomb while in hospital in Singapore at the time of its fall.
We were told that she had left instructions for the arrangements, which consisted of a private cremation and a subsequent low-key memorial service at the Botanical Gardens. At the Gardens, the service took place in a rotunda but it seems that ashes are not allowed to be scattered there, so that didn’t occur. On a more prosaic note, however, there were plenty of nibbles!