Hello Mum, Well Autumn is well on its way. The apple trees in your garden that came into bud, blossomed and fruited when you were part of this world are preparing for their long Winter sleep. I remember how much you loved Halloween with the trick or treaters and how you were disappointed last year that none turned up despite being prepared with your pointy hat and sweets. Perhaps it was the scary pumpkin you used to put in the pot outside with Dad's hat and a quickly scribbled felt tip face which looked uncannily like him (lol). The fresh wound of losing you has now become a constant background ache. The sort of pain you just learn to live with, but at times surfaces and grips your heart. I keep wondering when you're coming back - the only way I can fool myself into carrying on sometimes. Soon it will be Christmas and I wanted to make sure that the family keep together somehow and that the tradition of odd & unusual presents is kept alive. However, the shipwreck of losing you has set us all adrift. If only I had an ounce of your courage and natural gift to love and forgive it would not be so hard. I miss you so much. love Charlie