For my family, Christmas will never be the same

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 woke on Christmas Day, black and blue in a stranger’s bed

My instincts were telling me something was wrong with my baby. So why was nobody listening?

OK? Ready?” “Yep.” Fi smiled at Brand. She then picked up the bags full of presents, hoping her face had been convincing. There had been a time when she’d loved these family gatherings at Christmas bu

Santa’s really got his work cut out with my brood...