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19 LINDA 1962-2025

My Linda 22nd May 1962 – 18th November 2025 Linda’s Jigs : Linda’s Dance to Life + A Clear Mind and a Wise Heart When I read the story and heard the music to Tristan und Isolde, I knew the woman I was looking for. We knew each other already but it would take a further three years to realise she was the one. Linda was born on Richard Wagner’s birthday. I’d hit the jackpot! Linda waged a fierce war against cancer with the unfaltering support of NHS Scotland. In April she decided to stop chemo. The years of treatment had become intolerable. Mercifully she died peacefully with her customary dignity. It was comforting to see her at last at eternal rest. Linda was special to many and even to those whose life she touched briefly. I am grateful that after breaking up 40 years ago over something we couldn’t understand at the time, we got a second chance. And, oh boy, did we make the most of it. It was my privilege to care for her in the 10 years we had and make sure she knew every day how much she was loved and adored. Though we are are not Hindu, we read and quoted the Gita often, a beautiful text which resonated deeply and took our breath away with its poetry. ‘I see the splendour of an infinite beauty which illuminates the whole universe. It is you!’ The Bhagavad Gita 11:17 And now? Linda will be the rose fingered dawn and the soft rain of spring showers. She will be the silver light of the full moon and the warmth in the sun’s rays. She will be in the voices of children, which she so loved. She will be the colours of the gold finches, the chattering of goldcrests and the free spirit of soaring ospreys. She will be the blood red of the rose and the thorns that pierced her. She will be in the laughter of friends who remember her. She will be the soothing balm of compassion and the relief of forgiveness when we need to borrow her back. She will be the first kiss of the April sun and the black of deep loch waters lapping the shoreline. She will be the breeze at the top of Breariach where I would like to think we’ll meet again on the roof of Scotland. She will be the blazing sunset in the wake of Krishna’s chariot as she rides across the heavens at the close of day. And yes, she made her own cello! Jerry