She had many names throughout her life but to me and many others she was Granny Bea. In the Feast Hall as well as at other gatherings she was the one that was asked to pray. She was asked because everyone knew her prayers had power. You could see Love in her smile and forgiveness in her eyes and way in the back a deliciously playful sense of humour.
To be around her was to be around Love
I miss her
So do many others