Let me tell you about Jean, and what she meant to us, her grandchildren. She was very special - vivacious and caring, fierce and sweet, generous and funny, and ultimately ever-loving. She loved her family as we loved her. And none more than our grandpa. They were married for 71 years, sharing a long life together and building a family: three children, five grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren, so far. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the partners, husbands and wives, girlfriends and boyfriends, that also became her family and she loved just as much as anyone else, even if she did call Hillsy ‘Steve’ a lot! She would tell us stories of building this family - of meeting our grandpa … as she put it: him “quietly pursuing” her when they first met. They were anything but quiet, telling us all about their camping trips, the latest Labour Party ward meeting with Terry, or about grandma having to slave away in the kitchen and bake another pie for grandpa. And you know, she was always willing, and wanting, to take care of you, with coffee, sherry, or biscuits on hand, always ready to play host. Her great grandchildren were also lucky enough to know her, and she cherished being able to spend time with them. Ned, at five years old, would ask her if things like woolly mammoths and the Roman Empire are as old as her, and Elodie once asked whether there were dinosaurs when great grandma was little. She was so happy on her visit to the States to see Ezra, and just as happy when Ori planted herbs in her garden. Patrick has the middle name Gene, named after her, being born two days after her 100th birthday. Although her eyesight was failing in the last few years, she still managed to notice when Elisa wore ripped jeans, or in her grandmas words, wore ‘provocative jeans’. Some of my favorite memories with her are the simplest - sitting in the house and listening to her tell stories, listening to the sound of her voice. We’re all going to miss that, a lot. Miss her at the holidays - wearing a crown from the Christmas cracker, miss her legendary creme caramel dessert, miss seeing her on the couch with a good book, miss grandpa relegating her to the outside to smoke, even in the winter, miss her all the time. We love her, we’ll miss her, and we’re all better for having had her in our lives.