In 1976 my parents took a new job as carers at a children's home. My sister, brother and myself were still living at home with them and as it was a live-in job we all moved to Bromsgrove in Worcestershire from Warrington in Lancashire.
One of the children in the home, either there when we arrived or arriving not long afterwards, I don't remember, was a local blind girl called Tina Lunnon. She had a few birth defects and was rejected by her family. Over the years my parents worked at the home she became very attached to my parents and even after they left the children's home was a sort of honorary member of our family.
When Tina left the home too she took her own life in both hands and made her own path; she changed her name to Anne Marsh, got herself a guide dog and her own accommodation, and led as independent a life as she could. After the death of my mother she and my father became closer, supporting each other: she needed help and my dad, having retired from a life in caring, needed someone to care for, if only on a part time basis. They spoke on the telephone several times a day and dad visited her at least once a week until his recent cancer surgery. Things had returned to normal early in 2017 when dad was allowed to drive again so could return to his weekly visits.
On New Years Eve I had a message from my sister saying Anne had been rushed to hospital where she was put into an induced coma; she had pneumonia and sepsis. She died in the early hours of New Years Day 2018.
Rest in peace Anne. The struggle is over and we will miss you.