Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Amanda Russ writes to her mum Judi

I grew up surrounded by coffins. And after decades as a funeral director, it seems death isn’t always the end…

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,

I’D just started work as a nurse and it was my first time living on my own. I managed to rent a tiny flat in Finchley. It came with a window box, a stray cat that hung around mewing for food, plus a n

Chloe checked her phone yet again. Nothing. But he was bound to text her soon to tell her how sorry he was. Surely he must have realised by now that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. Breaking

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