Flying high

I was waiting to meet a very special person, but losing one too

Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Sam Page writes to her nephew Jack

For years I didn’t know why he was slipping away. Now I do, I’m fighting back

B efore you came into my world, I ...

I WAS only five when Elaine first came into my life. She was tall and dark skinned, with a perfume that smelled of roses and big necklaces in bright colours that bounced as she laughed. Whenever my da

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe