Christmas morning, wet and grey, a time to reflect on loved ones not with us any more. You are gone but not forgotten. Missed more than words can say. Memories of our childhood with you busy in the kitchen, sideboard groaning with fruit and nuts and other goodies, relatives joining us for the evening, sometimes staying over night, nut shells found long after Christmas was over. Jigsaws on the bedroom floor making it difficult to vacuum, pillow cases of gifts, stockings of fruit, nuts, figs and dates. Happy times and memories. Miss you, love always Tricia xxx