Sibylla Penrose of Netherhays

My first memory of Sybilla was receiving a phone call from her, It seems I had talked to her previously but I did not remember. I pretended I knew what she was talking about, hoping I could figure it out as she rambled on, when she shouted, "You don't know who the hell I am or what the hell I am talking about do you?!" I had to admit it was true.

I talked with her many times between that day and the day she passed, the last time just three days prior to her leaving us.

I said good bye to her on a sunny day in May of 1995, at her funeral I read a Eulogy I had written for her.

I still miss her.

Gordon Redthorn.