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Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Victoria Levy writes to her mum Rica

Grief is unpredictable. There I was in May, getting ready for a Kylie concert – my eyeliner had gone on perfectly and my mind was racing. Would my hair go flat after an hour on the Tube? Would the kid

While my hero was losing his fight, I had a battle of my own

Marcie’s life had taken a brutal turn, but she vowed to prove everybody wrong…

RIGHT. I have come to a decision,” Mel said one weekend, as she cleared away the breakfast things. “In that case, I’m off. Bye, Mum, see you later!” “Wait, Seth. Stay exactly where you are! You have n