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

When I woke up, I’d missed Christmas. But why?

Would my hubby live to see another year?

HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”

I’m carrying on your festive legacy, Mum Dear ...

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