Today is a significant date but this year I have tried so hard not to measure your wonderful presence on this earth by those last dreadful days. Instead, whenever I think of you it's to recall our shared days, your laughter, your wise words, your wicked sense of humour, your patience , support and your unerring love. Like Caroline, I think of you often when I'm in my kitchen cooking one of the many meals you taught me. In my garden you are there with me, amongst the plants whose names I know because of you. Many a poorly performing shrub has been pulled out as I hear you in my head telling me to get rid! I can see and hear you now without tears (just). And that is what love is - it survives the passing of the person, it continues to grow and to be shared with those we love, who will carry it on and pass it to their children. With all my love Sara