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Carmen speaks

Granny was an amazing person, kind, loving and had an odd sense of humour.

The thing I will miss about her is her presence and her smile.

I have kept every card, letter and postcard she ever gave me.

She used to tell my sister and me stories about her love life in university and grandpa getting jealous.

I remember one of her favourite phrases she used to finalise a discussion with us, her grandchildren was, you are entitled to your opinion, but you are wrong.

I have a fond memory of her being pleased that I had grown an inch taller than her. She always knew what was important to people. Now that I know that from heaven she is listening, I want to say "Granny you were so kind and generous to so many people in your life, Granny I am going to miss you, but I know that I am going to see you again."

I am going to dedicate this song "In my life" to my granny Eve, because I remember that a year ago when me and Betty sang it at a family gathering, she told me that she had enjoyed it.

Carmen plays the guitar and sings with Betty and Eve, to the words


In my life


There are places I remember

All my life though some have changed

Some forever not for better

Some have gone and some remain


All these places had their moments

With lovers and friends I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life I've loved them all


But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning


When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more.


Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more

In my life I love you more



By Lennon/McCartney

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