Eigra Lewis Roberts

Mydear Eigra, my sister, my friend, the world feels quieter without your vibrant spirit. You were a force of nature, a Welsh treasure whose words painted worlds and whose laughter filled our lives. Born in 1940, you lived a rich tapestry of a life, weaving stories that touched countless hearts until your peaceful passing on March 7th, 2026. You weren't just a brilliant writer; you were a storyteller at your core. Remember how you'd sit at your worn wooden desk, the morning light catching the dust motes in your study, fingers flying across the keys? You poured your soul into those 30 plays, those children's books that sparked imagination, and those novels that captured the Welsh spirit so perfectly. You won awards at the National Eisteddfod, but the real prize was the joy you found in crafting a character, in finding the perfect Welsh word, in making people feel seen. Your home was a sanctuary of books, a testament to your boundless curiosity and love for sharing stories. You had a playful side too, always ready with a sharp wit and a twinkle in your eye that could light up a room. Family was your heart's true masterpiece. You were the glue that held us together, the one who remembered every birthday, every milestone, every small triumph. Your love for your husband, your children, and your grandchildren was fierce and unwavering. I'll never forget the way you'd fuss over them, your voice gentle but firm