I will miss you so much, Linda: I will miss your ‘cooo-eee’ as you came in the front door; your ‘weeeee’ or ‘waaaaah’ when you heard something interesting; I will miss the way that every dish you put on the table was always a disaster and the worst you’d ever made, and how you wouldn’t mind if we left it, but it was always delicious and ravenously devoured; and how you were always worried there might not be enough, as the table almost gave way under the weight; I will miss the return from holidays with stories of the bazaar but most likely the bizarre and of getting lost and meeting people and camels (‘didn’t we Mike’); and proudly showing us your X-rays instead of holiday snaps; and I will miss the ironing, a chore that was always pleasure; and your love of nature and your garden and home; I may not miss the random and copious flatulence but I will miss the laughter afterwards; I will certainly miss the laughter; and the being part of the family that was so important to you. And your boundless enthusiasm, energy, drive, faith and above all your generosity; And I will miss all the love. I will miss you so much, Linda. Life will be so much quieter and emptier now.