This Christmas was unbearable Gran. It's the first year of my life I've not received one of your beautiful Christmas cards with your lovely handwritng. You always made our Christmas day so magical, and we'd joke you had your 'speech' to do at 3 o'clock!, and although you looked like the Queen you were far prettier Gran. I miss you so much xxooxxoo
lisa
29th December 2011
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland