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

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

Jade’s son Zachary was fading fast, but she was determined to have one last magical moment with her special boy…

My instincts were telling me something was wrong with my baby. So why was nobody listening?

A vision turned my grief into something paw-sitive.