Our eulogy for our dear cousin and best friend Lisa

JULIE​
What a fantastic childhood we had, an incredibly close family who did everything together. The closeness of this funeral is testament to that. Therefore we don’t feel the need for bold, elaborate statements because those here will be able to form there own memories from what we are sharing. 
 
 
TRACY
 
Kay, Lisa, Julie and Tracy, inseparable, childhood memories kick in around the age of 6:or 7, by this time Kay was out doing whatever Kay did and she came home to be our tormentor and best friend. 
 
This left the three musketeers. We were inseparable, spending every weekend and holidays together.  Its hard to tell where one of us started and the other ended, we were just besties, no arguing, no rivalry and its hard to remember who instigated all our shenanigans we were just completely on the same wavelength. Julie and I loved being at Auntie Barbs and Uncle Ades because it was that fantastic old fashionedneighbourhood where everyone knew everyone else, everyone was your ‘Auntie’ and the kids all just run a muck. We just played make believe all day and Lisa always told us Uncle Ade would make us anything from cardboard, even when we wanted a plane fuselage to play air hostesses in!!  Front doors or entry doors of all the houses were left open and there was always someone popping in.  Lisa made sure no one was left out and was more than happy to share her friends with us. There are too many memories to mention but here are a few: 
 
Family holidays, whether camping or driving to Spain, a laugh from beginning to end, Uncle Ades shelter building skills and epic full English, side splitting laughing in the tent after a night out. 
 Playing post office and shops in the shed at the top of Moms garden, Little Riga.
Bamboo canes which became jumps for us to ride our bikes over so we could pretend we had horses
Ice skating lessons and silver blade ice rink, ice skating on the lawn
Playing outside the Bell with all the other abandoned kids with a bottle of coke and a packet of crisps, spending our pocket money in the outdoor - pretending we were French
Going to watch Lisa in the school play Aladdin and being jealous of her fab hat with the pig tail.
Playing up the big hole.
Seeing how fast we ride our bikes down Heston Avenue.
Performing plays on the homemade stage that Uncle Ade had made in the garage and having the cheek to charge people to watch us 
Going to the Saturday matinee and throwing ice lolly sticks at the screen. 
Playing football out the front at nans and kicking a ball and it hitting a police car and we ran off and we’re too frightened to come home
Rose petal perfume 
Always treading in dog muck on the verge
Kissing Bay City Roller album covers
Throwing stones at JULIES feet to make HER dance 
Lisa making me a ‘Lisa special’ a crusty cob with cheese and onion
The list is end,less 
 
Lisa had a fantastic voice and if I had to pick a memory, another night abandoned to our own devices while the adults were in the pub, it was lying in the dark in the back of the car with Lisa stroking my head singing Windmills of Your Mind, with me nagging her to sing it over and over again. 
 
Lisa and I sadly may not have seen each other so much over the last few years, but the deep, deep love is/was/always will be there.  Your angel wings were ready, but our hearts aren’t. 

JULIE 
 
Then grown up Lise, although I’m not sure she ever really grew up!  I have a head full of memories 
 
Epic nights out, singing and dancing all night long, 
Working our way down the wine list on a Thursday night at Park Avenue 
Creeping home at the same time as the milkman, My mom waiting up for us and feeding us our favourite nighttimesnack. Beetroot on toast .
The Scott arms, the towers
Quiet nights out which ended up with Lisa shouting, let’s go to a club
Quiet nights in which ended up being the smallest party in the world 
Ladies day at Chester races with Jackie and Gail 
Racing weekends at York with our hubbies, excessive champagne and sore, aching feet. And  I don’t think we ever saw a horse ! 
Christmas Day lunches , New Year’s Eve parties,  special moments dancing with our parents to Nat King Cole and Johnny Mathis. Lise never wanted the night to END but it did with us singing all the old crooners
Me and Lise singing James Taylor you’ve got a friend at every opportunity
 
As we mourn the loss of Lisa, I can’t mourn what we had,  only what could of been, we wanted to grow old disgracefully together. Just can’t imagine doing it without you Lise.
Love and miss You every day