You will always be in my thoughts and my heart. There are no words to describe how much you are missed and loved. Rest in peace my big sis until we meet again. Your little sis, Monica xx

plus que des amis pour nous fanny et bunny .elle vous protègera toujours . elle est dans nos coeurs a jamais .merci pour cette belle cérémonie émouvante . mimie alain .tallud

That was a beautiful celebration thank you Katie, Toby, Rufus, Gez and Jenny. John and I will soon be raising a glass of her favourite Prosecco to our 'Belle-Mere' my Step-Mother Fanny. My love to you all and Daddy from Mary-Lou Rowland

Erika, known to me & Moni as Erry (a shortened version of the name Erry Berry given to her by her father & for which she loved to be called) became a dear friend to me in recent years. When Moni & I visited her & Bunny at La Goeniere in France in my motorhome, MamaMia, we had many happy hours together. In fact we kidnapped her on two occasions & took her to The Isle de Re for a girlie get together. We had so much fun & behaved like three naughty school girls. I gave Erry the nickname Chuckle Chops & every time I called her by that name she chuckled even more!! I was so glad she was able to come to Cornwall & to share our beautiful part of the world. We spoke of many things & it was great to share my spiritual awareness with her. We quite simply- got on - & had an inner understanding. I’m so grateful to have shared many happy hours with her. I know she is fine & out of pain but I also know how much her family & myself will miss her physical presence & everything she stood for. God Bless you my friend & ‘Thank you’ for your friendship. We will meet again. With love, Sal.

We will miss you Fanny. You brought charm, humour, grace and elegance to every situation, I will cherish your viola da gambas and think of you and Bunny when I play them. Sending love and sincerest condolences to your family. Thinking of you all today, love Imogen

Willoughbys circa. 1974 BC. Its already very late (at least 8pm) and the grownups don't seem very hungry. Still, Peter and I are determined to stay under the dining room table for as long as we can, at least until everyone sits down for dinner. It's noisy and its someone's birthday or special celebration, as it is EVERY time. They all want to eat fesants - I don't understand what they are, but at least Aunty Erika looked after us and cooked a normal supper without lead in it. Zoolika is standing guard with us under the table. When the grownups come to sit down all three of us jump over their legs and feet to avoid being caught. Because the grownups are so alert we are found out and told we need to get some sleep, so we abseil up the stair rope to our bedroom and listen to the grownups talking about how good a shot they were - I think they must have been playing darts. The next morning, Aunty Erika cooks as the biggest breakfast which is not just Weetabix or Ready Break, it even has things like mushrooms in it. Aunty Erika is great, she hugs us all he time and even lets us run around shouting with Zoolika, Katie and Toby waving the sticks we have cut out of the Baldon marshjungle. That was fun, as it always was.

une belle personne . une amie très chère .avec bunny elle devait venir passer quelques jours en france chez nous . nous pensons a enfants .ses petits enfants , monica , mik. joanna et notre très cher bunny . mimie alain

I will always think of Fanny with great warmth, she was such an elegant person with so many amazing talents. I was so sadden and stunned by news of her passing. I will miss her greatly, she brought a lot of cheer and happiness to life here in France. My thoughts are with her family.

Erika was a great godmother to me throughout my life, so many memories all containing family, friends, food, fun and laughter, thank you Erika.

Even though our friendship only lasted 4 short years, we were blessed to have met such a fun, brave, brilliant and beautiful lady. Nick & Sue.

A JIGSAW PUZZLE (for Fanny) Death makes a jigsaw puzzle of us all, A whole smashed into a thousand tiny pieces, A world exploded into a box. We lay them out on green baize under a light, Try to stitch the fragments back together - A smile, the chink of glasses, a game of cards, a text. And yet nothing seems to fit. The threads we are left with do not make a cosy blanket. The crumbs do not add up to a feast. And how could they When all that we had is broken And all that we shared is lost? But still we cannot put the puzzle away - A silk scarf, a scrap of paper, something she said, A woman watering her flowers in the dark. And slowly we see how we can build another picture: Imperfect, as life is, with a hole in the middle And the missing piece of jigsaw in all of our hearts. G.F. February 2021

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Erika. 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.

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.