Missing

On the morning of 2nd December 1997, seventeen years ago today, my older sister Kaye was walking along the pavement near her home when a car skidded on a patch of ice, came off the road and hit her. She died instantly. She was only 44 and in the prime of her life, with a growing business of her own which she had worked hard to build from scratch. A gaping hole was left in our family that day which can never be filled. We miss her now as much as ever.


The main picture in my blipfoto shows Kaye and me in 1993, with our great-nephew Shaun on her lap. In the bottom right-hand picture, Kaye is in the centre with my oldest sister Susan on the left - a happy memory of a special weekend in Spain during the late 80's when Susan and Kaye flew over to join Mum, Dad and me over there.