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Last of a generation

My Aunt Unity died yesterday – the last of the generation of my parents. She was 101, had had a good innings and had had enough.

Unity was stylish – very South Ken – but far from being snobby, she was warm, generous and kind. She was actually my Uncle David’s wife, so no blood relative, but we thought of her as one. Our two families were often together during the holidays and I remember my mother and Unity getting on so well together.

I last saw her when she was in her eighties, very deaf and somewhat disabled, but still warm, welcoming and genteel in a way that belongs to another era.

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