Each month, a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This time, Julie Morris writes to her mum Marjorie

I’d lost my hubby and the kids had lost their dad. But I knew what to do next…

Dear Stephen, W atching you, then aged 13, ...

Left to die on Christmas Eve, Grampa deserved so much more

Would my hubby live to see another year?

RUTH climbed the narrow path to Windlow Hill. She had a canvas bag in one hand and her mother’s old cardigan tucked under the other. Below, the village looked almost as it had in her childhood – white