This isn't so much a story, it is just my memories of Jean and what the Cornell family have meant to me over the last 42 odd years.            I started my friendship with Jeans son Andy roughly at the age of 12-13 when we were in the same class at Langley Park school. To me that was the best thing that came out of my time spent at Langley Park. Boy were those school days so different when you compare what school is like nowadays. Being friends with Andy soon meant meeting the rest of the Cornell clan and what an absolute pleasure and privilege that has turned out to be. From day one I was welcomed in to Jean and Terry's house and in to their lives. Jean from day one showed me such warmth, kindness, empathy and love and at times guidance that I find it nearly impossible to put in to words. That warmth and love has continued throughout my time knowing Jean, and for that I will be forever grateful. When I was about 16-17 years old Jean purchased a nice Princess Diana, Prince Charles biscuit tin and I decided to scrub out Princess Diana's eyes to make them shinny and make her look odd. Jean was not happy and I remember clearly feeling utterly ashamed of my behaviour. But Jean being Jean eventually saw a funny side to make mischief and without hesitation after my apology gave me a huge hug. That typified Jean. Love kindness and a beautiful and wonderful take on life. jean kept asking when she could buy a hat, refering to Cilla Black buying a hat for the weddings on blind date. Well just over six years ago Jean got notification to buy her hat and she was utterly delighted to attend my wedding and made special reference to her hat on the day, when she saw me , although both her and Terry initially turned up at the wrong registry room and didn't recognise anybody so desperately tried to find the room I/we were in. She laughed and laughed at the fact she nearly missed the ceremony after all the years of asking me to hurry up and get married. I am so glad she witnessed me getting married and shared the day with me. Andy of course was my best man and Jean was so proud of both of us on the day. I had many a good heart felt chats over many many years with Jean over many issues and topics and I will miss those moments so very much. I will miss her infectious laugh and her hugs. I will miss her company, but that said, I am ever so grateful that I have these times and have these memories and that I was part of her life as she was mine. I remember at my wedding introducing everyone at the ceremony and meal to each other during my speech. When I got round to Jean I said and this is Jean, Andy's mum, my second Mum. Jean upon hearing this siad, "oh, that is so lovely". She couldn't thank me enough after the meal was over for saying that and she said to me that I meant the world to her. Jean, I love you and always have. You are a special lady, a real tough nut who never really complained about her illness/condition. A true warrior to the last. A fantastic person and an excellent Mother, sister and friend. I will truly miss you Jean, my second Mum.  XX Love, Gary & Family