When we think of our Aunt Rita, we think of kindness and caring as when, in November 1964 when we were very young, our dear father (Rita's brother Bert) died suddenly. She and Uncle Arthur welcomed us and our mother June into their home to spend Christmas with them and our lovely cousins. We are not sure how our Christmas would have been but for them. UMalcolm and I still talk about this act of kindness today because it helped to ease our tragic loss. Of course, we have still spent many happy times together since, with Rita always happy, always smiling in her usual way. So thank you once again Rita, you were beautiful inside and out. Love you always.... Marion and Malcolm