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

Would my hubby live to see another year?

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

I’d promised my boy the best Christmas ever but came home to an inferno

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

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