I miss you most on Christmas Eve. I miss you so much that it hurs my heart. You made everything so beautiful. As a child I marvelled at it all – the tree, the table, the lights, the decorations, the smell, the sounds and the care. It stressed you but you did it year in year out without demur. Except at the end when everything that you’d loved and hoped for began to unravel. Thank you for those Christmasses and the life you have given me. R.I.P. x
