Cynthia Lennon – My Friend, My Sister
What a terrible April Fools’ Day. I learned that one of my good friends that I’ve known for three-quarters of my life had passed on to a higher level. I felt such a punch in my gut when I heard the news.
She made me laugh and she definitely would tell you straight if she didn’t like something. She never sugar-coated anything.
She was a real good cook. She was the one who got me to like roasted lamb with potatoes. In the early days at my house, she would say, “Let’s have a bacon buttie.” They were always so delicious and I’m surprised I wasn’t 300 lbs by the time she went home! When I last saw her at her home in Spain, she had had a pot cooking on the stove for days, making her amazing gravy. Any food that wasn’t used or leftover went into that pot. I got a little taste of it on the day I was heading back to London. I had so wished that the gravy was ready before I left. The taste lingered on my palate for a while.
Julian was always on her mind. She raised a son she was proud of. I remembered John saying to me how Cynthia did such a great job “raising this little man.” I agreed.
In the end, the love of her life was a man named Noel Charles. He brought her out of her shell and was her protector. When he passed away a couple of years ago, I saw the light go out of her eyes.
Cynthia, I will miss our time together. Love you lots… xxx