Well my baby in another hour it will be 11 years since you left, and how I miss you, like your brothers and sisters, and your dad Mark, you are never far away, Till we meet my son love you always.
Nelly
20th January 2012
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