We always knew you as Trixie. You were the warm heart of a slightly crazy and rather lost community of young adults in Ealing in the sixties. Your generosity of spirit made you much loved and much respected by your peers and, like many, I remember you as a beloved friend and a rare companion in the Catholic faith at a time when Christian beliefs were being broadly ditched and dismissed. For fifty years I wondered where you had gone and latterly tried to shake answers out of Google without success. I’m sad not to have seen you again before you left this world. I pray for you, of course, and remember you with love.