It's 8 months to the day today that we had Tink's funeral. In some ways that seems forever ago, but in others it seems like it was yesterday. I am so acutely aware that she is missing from my life and have been since the day it happened. I know this is true for all of us, and although it gets easier in terms of not crying daily and remembering the good memories instead of the sad final ones, it gets harder now I'm admitting I won't see her again. Even now I feel like Tink is just on holiday, a very long holiday...but still I think she will come back eventually. It's a horrible thought thinking that this is not the case, and I have so much i want to tell her about and get her advice on and laugh about. However, having said this I am now able to do things and go places and remember the silly, fun, happy memories I have of us doing the same thing - the coffees, the BBC lunches, the tripettes, the spoiling ourselves just because we're girls and we can. She was a truly spectacular aunt and overall the most special person. There's not one day that goes by without me thinking about her and wanting to call her or see her...we had some good times Tink! :) VERY good times! xxx