Whilst I’m glad Pam is no longer suffering from the cruel disease that took her life so relatively young. It is with great sadness that we all are processing our loss of such a kind, funny and elegant person in different ways. Margaret and I shared jointly and individually so many great times over the years. Humour was often at the heart of it. I was sandwiched in the middle and luckily didn’t inherit any hand me downs, that regrettably, Margaret however used to sport. The seer sucker swimming costume, Pam wore, that was initially a hand me down didn’t fare any better on Margaret 7 years later.
 
Pam always was neat and had distinctive stylish handwriting. I will miss a letter on the mat from her of either a card or an article from a newspaper or magazine she knew I’d be interested in. She always covered her school exercise books and reference books which were neatly stored in her brown leather satchel. It grew larger by the year and every corner was occupied along with her pencil case and ruler. It weighed a ton. She judiciously and without complaint carried it too a from school. No laptops or car drop offs in those days. The days of domestic science involved a basket of cooking ingredients and slightly edited satchel.
 
In the heady days of early seventies Pam embraced the trouser fashion of the day. The legendary flares….  Loons. Never to have caught on since. This led way to the corduroy flares cut at the knee with a red stripe panel added and accompanied by the smock top and brown hush puppy shoes. Finally, the maxi skirt, homemade and supervised my mum who was par excellence with any sewing task. The fabric a chambray brown denim with turquoise (One of Pam’s favourite colours) gingham flowers and matching jacket. I can’t find any picture evidence although I remember her running down the road in her late teens. She always over the years looked elegant and her crowning glory her amazing thick wavy hair and beautiful manicured painted nails.
 
I remember when she first started teaching at Catford there was a fire drill and Pam arrived a little late to the assembly point. The formidable, although much admired, June Fisher pronounced “Miss Hall you’re burnt”. On returning from Lunch a few minutes late the same day, the aforementioned, Mrs Fisher said “Miss Hall you’re late”. Pam’s reply was “ I can’t be I’m burnt”. Touché.
 
In 1969, as a family, we drove to my uncles villa in Italy. I remember hearing Pam in the front with Dad navigating with AA map in the early hours into Switzerland. We arrived safely. Pam used to arrange geography field trips and I recall she had a license to drive a minibus and either on arrival or departure the school gates were hit. Other incidents followed. I always used to enjoy the stories she had on return from such ventures which often sounded like a cross between a Carry on film and St Tinian’s. Humour always at the centre of so much. Even a visit to the jewellers when asked her name she said “ P Hall” . The ticket was written “Pea Hall”. She didn’t correct them, and we left with big smiles.
I will cherish with a happy heart fond memories of times together and recent visits by Margaret from USA to galleries, exhibitions  and theatres.
 
I could go on... whilst I can't imagine life without Pam but like everyone who loved her, we all must go on, perhaps making a celebration of her life with each of us knowing her in our own way. I am proud to have been her brother and will remain her brother, remembering the special times we shared together, and as a family, and will always be grateful for the memories she has left with all of us. I know the gap she leaves will be hard to live with, but live with it we must, as she would have wanted us to and rejoice in the fact she is no longer in any kind of pain and suffering, which is all we can ask for. Rest peacefully Pam and you know you were loved so much.