In memory of Janet Ann Dannatt.
Janet was born, Janet Ann Digby, in Hertford on September 17, 1938. She was, quite simply the best wife, mum, granny, great-granny and sister and is so deeply missed by us all.
That said, I want this web-site to reflect the happy memories and the fun we all shared with Janet. Yes, there were so many times when we shared laughter with her. Please feel free to share your own memories of the happy times - the laughs we shared and the way she gave of herself. She would want us to remember those good times - always.
She often said to me how shy she felt going into a room full of people. Can you believe it? She hid it well, for the common memory of friends and family is that she lit up a room when she entered.
That said, I want this web-site to reflect the happy memories and the fun we all shared with Janet. Yes, there were so many times when we shared laughter with her. Please feel free to share your own memories of the happy times - the laughs we shared and the way she gave of herself. She would want us to remember those good times - always.
She often said to me how shy she felt going into a room full of people. Can you believe it? She hid it well, for the common memory of friends and family is that she lit up a room when she entered.
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Thoughts
31/08/13 Dilly2706 says R.I.P. Janet, we have fond memories of working with you during the time you joined us as a member of the Chard & Tatworth Ambulance First Responders. All your former responder colleagues would like to pay their respects to you and send our condolences to Mike and your Daughters. God bless Janet. X
(Taken from local press. Grateful thanks to her colleagues for those kind thoughts.)
Mike
25th October 2015
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Janet Dannatt.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Cruse Bereavement Care on 29/08/2015
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland