£50 Star letter

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

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea

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

TOMMY was cold. He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t felt cold. His fingers hurt the most. He folded them inside his woollen jumper and squeezed them tightly. Sometimes it eased the tingling pain. So

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