A lover of wildlife and indeed all nature it seemed fitting to have a memory loved ones may positively contribute towards.

Vicki worked as a treasurer for the World Wildlife Fund, as it was called back then, in the 70’s. Often we had a large plastic panda in the house as well as lots of little plastic cubs too, for collections.

A typical thought by one of many friends about Vicki’s caring radiance:

‘’No word, music or prayer can convey the enormity of how special and remarkable she has been and is. Her kindness, love, generosity and sincerity are like no other.’’

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A prayer by Zak Scriven, (Grandson)

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I remember the day,

Mama was chosen to fly.

Yes, the world took her away.

But she wouldn’t want us to cry.

When we’re feeling alone,

Let us think of her love.

Mama is up with the stars,

Looking down from above.

We have so many precious memories,

To last our whole life through.

Each one is a reminder,

Of how much we care.

Mama will always be besides us,

When we think of her.