Mum was a character and someone that you would never forget even if you only met her once in your life... You would rememeber her. She loved going down to the social club for a pint of orange squash and a good old dance, she wouldn't stop all night and never cared what anyone thought about her. If anyone told her how they felt she would tell them straight back and never put up with any rubbish! She loved a good gossip, shopping, MOVING HOUSE!!, being with the grandsons ( Ashley and Noah) and enjoyed taking her black labrador Harvey out for a a walk. She was born in Paisley, Scotland on 14th october 1956 and was the first child of Angus Black and Bernadette Black, she then went on to be the eldest sister to Marje Black, John Black, Bernadette Black and Angus Black. They moved around a lot when she was younger and eventually ended up in Tamworth Staffordshire, where she was a pupil at Wilnocote High school and always spoke fondly of the good old days with her mates, At 19 years old she got married to Roger Spilsbury and Had a little girl called Marie with him but sadly they all were involeved in a motorbike accident in June 1977 where it left my mum (Julia) in a coma and Marie died instantly, My mum and Roger got divorced, Then in 1980 my mum fell pregnant with a little girl, she gave birth to her on 21st March 1981 and called her Gemma, Unfortunatly Social services decided it was too soon after her accident for her to be able to cope with a baby and put Gemma in foster care, After years of fighting my mum gave up and let the foster family adopt her , Sadly my mum never met Gemma again. In 1991 she fell pregnant with me and gave birth to me on Monday 11th May 1992 in Marston Green hospital, Chemsly wood, Solihall where we spent the forst 5 years of my life. Mum worked as a tenants liason officer. then decided she wanted to be by her family in Tamowrth so we moved back there and that is where I was brought up, we had our ups and downs, and I now can see what a hard job it is to bring a child up, I have my husband, Mum was a signle parent so she must have had it 10 times worst, but it was always us 2 together, we had a very close bond and it has never broken. We then moved to Holyhead, North wales in April ,2007 . She loved it walks on the beach, she called it paradise. Of course in mums true fashion she moved house a dozen tmes in the same area, always had the black labrador with her Buster who we had for years and he moved from Tamowrth with us. But he had to be put down in 2011, so in 2012 she found another black lab who looked the double of Buster, she was made up he was called Harvey she would take him out twice a day down Newry beach without fail. She had many friends in the town and in all the shops, you knew if she wans't at hjome, she was either around holyhead town in the charity shops , having a gossip with everyone and putting the world to rights or out with the dog. In May 2014 she moved closer to me to Amlwch, Anglesey, we saw each pother most days and If I never saw her I would be on the phone several times a day just for a chat, it was mainly her doing all the talking, but we both enjoyed it. She loved coming to the park with the kids and spoling them everytime we saw her. The thing I will always remember about Mum is even though she had a rough life she was always happy and care free. She got taken into hospital with Septicemia on Tuesday 24th Febuary 2015 and we found out she had Cancer and there was nothing that could be done on Friday 27th Febuary 2015, even though she was very poorly and the infection really messed with her head , she still had the upbeat, carefree , happy attitude, was still talking 24/7 and raring to go. I am glad of the good memories I had with her, there was a lot of them even in Hospital she managed to keep us laughing. One memory that will stay with me forever is one of the last times she saw my Husband Ashley, he was walking out the room to go home for the night and she shouted him back , he came back and looked at her and she said to him with a big smile on her face, Keep smiling boy, you have one life live it! and that was her attitude to life. I hope I can take after her and make her proud.. She went too early aged 58. I lost my mum too young and the boys lost there Nanny to young. All we can do is remember her and celebrate her life... I love you mum always xxxxx