I see your face everywhere. I cannot get used to the fact that you are with the angels. My wonderful daughter, taken by a brain tumour aged 41. Twenty-two months ago I watched you breathe your last few breaths and then I knew you were finally at peace, with God.

Illusions are everywhere – you leave the scent of your perfume when I am down, send a white feather when I need to hear from you, put exactly the right thoughts in my head whenever I have a dilemma. xxx


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