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

Left to die on Christmas Eve, Grampa deserved so much more

My boy was the light of my li fe yet he was fading fast

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

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

OK? Ready?” “Yep.” Fi smiled at Brand. She then picked up the bags full of presents, hoping her face had been convincing. There had been a time when she’d loved these family gatherings at Christmas bu