Dearest Bec I can’t believe it’s your birthday and you are not here. Every year, I rush into town, straight after Christmas, to hit the sales and buy you something you don’t really need – not your fault you were born straight after Christmas and, after all, every girl always needs more earrings, notepads, belts, recipe books. I can’t even remember what I bought you last year, as it was such an ‘ordinary’ thing – It didn’t feel momentous or unusual, just a sister, giving her little sister her annual birthday gift. How would I have ever guessed it would be the last one I would buy for you? I’m not sure how to cope this week as, instead of eating cake together, we scatter your ashes. I’m not sure how you continue with normal life, go to work, talk with friends, in a week like this. I am trying to distract myself with memories filled with you, to remind myself that I will always have these, even if I no longer have you. So here are my favourite picture...