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April 27 is the day I lost my Aunt Jenny, in 1993. Here she is on her wedding day with my Uncle. In the 50s. She was like a Mother to me for decades, from my teens.When I left London for Montreal, then New York, she wrote to me every week.I stayed with them in heir flat near Hyde Park whenever I went to London, for decades. She went to Raymond (Mr. Teasy Weasy) for years. Never forgotten, always remembered. With great fondness. She was wonderful …