I have so many wacky memories of my 'big blister' that it is hard to know what to share. She was mischievous, "Why don't we have some Smash" or "why dont we put on some lipstick while mum and dad are out?" but dutiful as well, always helping our Mum out with baking, dusting, and hoovering. We made our own dresses together and she tenderly encouraged me with my school needlework projects, which I hated. We made wigwams out of Dad's beanpoles, old bedspread and rugs, made rose scented 'perfume' out of mum's lovely climbing roses. My champion had a twinkle in her eye as well as her toes, dancing with me around the living room to ballet music. We did many ballet shows and pantomimes from the age of 3, starting with Mrs Prince in Wallingford, then moving to a ballet school in Oxford. She was a natural ballet dancer but not a pony rider. I remember one holiday watching my auntie lead her out across the field on Prince, then watching in horror, trotting back, as the naughty pony weaved and eventually threw her off! We hand pumped the organ together for the hymns at our little Free Church, had sausage sizzles in the orchard at the pastor's house and, when that land was used to build housing for retired missionaries, went round for tea with Mr and Mrs Edmund's after Sunday School. She was a comic, using her playfulness to cajole and smooth out any tension, persuading our Aunty Mina to go over to the restaurant for a 'champagne' lemonade, and joining in the sing songs and games in Auntie's care home. She had a wicked sense of humour too. On one day out, having pushed our mum, who was in a wheelchair with a broken leg and complaining all the time, up a very steep hill, got to the top. Mum wanted to go straight back down again, so Caroline turned her to face down the hill, looked at the lake at the bottom of the path, took one hand off the handles, and just raised her eyebrows quizzically! She was caring, remotely organising social care and grocery deliveries for our Aunt Mina in Scotland, then going round homes with me on her 60th birthday, when the time came and auntie needed care. She was generous and compassionate in nature, a born 'giver' which, with her outward and inward beauty, made her friends wherever she went. She was like a butterfly, flitting along gently in the world, hating storms, seeking only the sun, and was completely unaware of how much love she was shedding from her wings as she fluttered on. I have your picture on my phone, eniloraC, but it can never replace the gaping hole that your passing has left in my heart. I find myself waking in the night dreaming of holding you in the same way as we used to cuddle up to each other when we shared a room. Rest well my darling sister, I will always love you to bits x