Dear Vincent I can't believe how fast the months are passing. Surely it isn't a year since we were in Paris together for, what turned out to be, our final holiday. It still hurts like hell. Missing you. And now my dad, well, you wouldn't recognise him... He has changed beyond belief since he took ill. It's a difficult road to be on again so soon after losing you. I wish he had your same positive attitude and zest for life. I've been off on my running again, but it's not the same without your support, but I do every one for you and the Hospice. It's the Edinburgh marathon next. The knee injury is stopping me doing the whole thing, so it's just a wee half his time. Look out for me, sunshine! God bless. Love you, Wendy x