Stephanie Crisp — 27 May 2023

Dearest Vas, Svetlana and MarinaI was so shocked to hear the news of our precious Olgas passing.Olga was a loved friend and valued colleague. We worked together for a number of years at Zamels and she taught me so much. Not just about jewellery but about style and grace, family, loyalty, generosity, friendship and most of all love. The team she worked with nearly 30 years ago still get together to have dinner and swap stories of our families, children and now grandchildren. Olga was always there showing us with immense pride the pictures of her growing family, the trips taken and lifes events in general. The empty seat at the table will always be toasted.Olga made four of the teams wedding dresses (mine included) such was her generosity of spirit and I remember showing her a picture one day of a coat that I liked, and she offered to make one for me, I had no pattern but that didnt matter, such was her talent. I still have that coat and every time I wear it, I remember her with a smile.We all have our special memories of this beautiful, funny, warm lady and as long as those memories exist Olga will remain with us. We are all so much better off for knowing her and whilst words cannot heal our broken hearts, know that we share your grief and we also share in the love she gave all of us.When I lost my husband, someone gave me these words below. I pass them on to you and hope they somehow give you peace."I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other, that we still are.Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be forever the same as it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well."--Canon Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918), from a sermon preached 15 May 1910, Saint Paul's, London.