This year she is gone, and yesterday one of her lovely daughters sent me this photo from the park:
It made me cry.
But earlier I had walked in my study and found this year’s hand made Christmas card from the man who hates Christmas:
The only Christmas we have spent apart in our 45 years was an OFF Christmas a few years ago. My big brother invited me to go and celebrate Christmas with him and his family and I thought it might be the solution to the Hepworth Christmas dilemma. The Christmas was lovely but I was miserable. It didn’t seem right to be away from home at Christmas.