A letter to... my chatty nana

Someone, somewhere, must know what happened to my lovely nan

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

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

LESLEY patted her tearful granddaughter’s hand sympathetically and tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up. What could she say to a fourteen-year-old who thought her life was over beca

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

Each month, one of our amazing psychics connects a reader with a loved one in spirit and discovers what their life is like on the other side. This month, Melissa Amos contacts Sharon Price’s nan Nancy to write this letter