My grandmother’s footsteps

Sally’s dad didn’t come back from the war – but she never gave up hope

YOU don’t even speak to him. I don’t understand why we have to go.” Mia was being difficult again. Eliza glanced at her daughter’s pouting face in the rear view mirror, and her slight crow’s feet deep

AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo

Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Sophey Walsh writes to her nan Penny

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their