Rate this story Aunt Rita was my mum’s oldest sister and although she lived at the other end of the country she was always very close…. In fact I always thought of her as my second mum… She was married to Harry who was a lovely man and who I was also close to…. A bit like my best friend in fact. When they were sixty uncle Harry died suddenly… I went to the funeral with my mum and we stayed for about a week…. Rita was in bits…. Before we left to come home my mum told Rita that...
