Dear Mum, Dad's birthday has just passed and he's on holiday at your usual place. I hope you are with him. I dreamt of you the night before his birthday (as I do often) - you were on holiday too. I miss you more and more each day. Time stands still without you. Henry and I were chatting the other day. We were discussing my hobbies and I couldn't think of anything. You were my hobby Mum. I wish I could go to lunch with you again, I wish we could go shopping again. Saturday afternoons, just you and me - it was the best. Always your loving daughter, Sharon. xxx