Happy childhood memories of visits to my Aunt Liz (Number One Aunt as I called her), she was kind and warm and loved to laugh. Such a great cook - her Knickerbockerglories were legendary - and the best sister to my mum throughout her life. Our thoughts are with Stephen, Gareth, Becky, their families and all the people who were lucky enough to call here a friend x

Liz, over many years has become a very dear friend to us. We have shared some wonderful holidays in UK, Spain & her 5 trips to Aust. We love her Welsh accent & wicked sense of humour, placing a koala in her garden when we arrived in Wrexham. I will miss our weekly WhatsApp messages discussing the changing world & worsening political views. R.I.P dear friend - we hope to get comfort from our very happy memories with you & Philip.

When to the flowers so beautiful the Father gave a name, Back came a little blue-eyed one (All timidly it came); And standing at its Father's feet and gazing in His face, It said, in low and trembling tone and with a modest grace, "Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me, Alas I have forgot!" Kindly the Father looked on him and said: "Forget-me-not."