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Ummm, I'm going to bed now so don't think I'm rude not replying. It's the other side of the planet after all. My sister wasn't driving. She wasn't even in the car.
I suppose the problem here is that nobody speaks about it. 50 years of nothing and if it is brought up they say it was my brother's friend driving, (secreted as the driver, not the brother-in-law who I still respect dearly, but was always the driver - learned through library newspapers, never spoken about by family) I went to his and my sister's marriage in a basket being just 2 months old. I suppose the problem here is that my 'kin' (trying to make it American) have buried one death 52 years ago - Mum. Now we have another to deal with. I just need to know how to deal with it.
and bugger, and all those other swear words.
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