Mum was born at 11.30pm on July the 4th, 1948 to Ivor and Maisie Cleaver. Had she been born after midnight her father would not have had to pay 10s for the doctor as the NHS came into operation on July 5th! She was an only child and was bought up in Holbrooks, Coventry attending Parkgate school and then Whitemoor Park school. One of mum’s nice memories of living in Holbrooks was that they were one of the first families to have a TV on the street and her father used to let her bring friends in to watch it. On November 6th, 1965 Mum married Raymond Wilson, who she had being dating since she was 14. When she was 17, she gave birth to a son, David Wilson who she adored. Mum and Ray divorced in 1975. Mum had many jobs, from working in a shoe shop, working behind a bar to working in a florist. However, her main interest was in nursing so she trained to be a psychiatric nurse and whilst doing so met my Dad, also a nurse, at the Central hospital. Mum and Dad married on October 21st, 1981 and 4 years later I was born. Mum worked very hard to make sure that I had a great education and was able to do everything that I wanted to, like attend a dance and drama school. Mum and I moved to Bedworth in 1993. We started to attend St Giles Church where mum made some wonderful friends and I was confirmed and attended the choir, whilst mum went to Mother’s Union. Mum and I went on enjoyable holidays to Menorca, Ireland, Dorset and Malta, where lounging round the pool and eating ice cream were our favourite things to do! Mum loved her house and garden and enjoyed spending time outside in the sun creating her busy garden. Throughout her life Mum has had some fantastic friends who she loved and who shared a lot of her life with her. Things were not always easy for Mum though. Just before I was born Mum’s son, David, died in 1984 and devastated by this her friends were a massive support. In 1994 Mum was diagnosed with a brain tumour and underwent radiotherapy. Since then she had ups and downs. She retired on ill health from being a nurse and preferred to be around her house more. Again her friends were brilliant. In 2008 her brain tumour started to grow again and she took numerous courses of chemotherapy. On the 13th of December, 2009 she lost her battle. I will always be proud to have had such a wonderful mother who gave me so much love and so many opportunities in life. I am immensely pleased that she was with me when I graduated and has visited my home in London and met my wonderful partner. I only wish she had not been taken so soon. I will forever miss her.