What were you inking?

Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Charlie Parker-Griffiths writes to her grandad, Nick

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

After suffering unimaginable loss, some feathery friends helped me to heal.

I’M up at my mum’s old house, going through a trunk full of photographs. There is a biscuit tin of medals here, awarded to my grandfathers after World War I. I pull one of them out and realise it was

First Nan, then Mum… would this cruel condition come for me too?

THE letter from the solicitor stated that I had been left a legacy by my great aunt Lucy. And I needed to make an appointment to attend their offices at my earliest convenience to ascertain further de