My pretend auntie, who was also my mother’s best friend, died suddenly on Monday. She was, like me, a divorcee with no children. She had been estranged from her family for years too but I never knew why.
I’m sad. Pretend Auntie was more of an aunt than my real aunt and more of a godmother than my real godmother ever was.
Mum and I will be going to the funeral in North Yorkshire, which is not where she lived but where she wanted to be cremated!