One of my fondest childhood memories are of visiting Auntie Iris. Her home always felt warm and welcoming, the kettle never far from boiling, and the table ready for tea and a chat. There was something so comforting about being there — the soft clink of china cups, the familiar smell of her home, and the way time seemed to slow down in her presence.
Thank you, Auntie Iris, for the memories, the comfort, and the love you gave so freely.
You will be remembered with deep affection and gratitude, always.
With love
Jo Flaig XXX
Joanne Flaig
02/02/2026
