Dear Neve

I don’t remember the day of your celebration of life as a sad day. It was a day of remembrance and love, such overwhelming love. I worried about every little detail, hoping I wasn’t letting you down. I knew you should have a horse drawn carriage but then couldn’t decide on the horses. The grief fog made it nearly impossible to make a decision and in the end the funeral director had to advise me to choose black horses and they were just beautiful. Black horses, a white carriage and a white coffin in which you lay hidden away like the sleeping beauty you were. As we followed the carriage from our home, your home, I cried. I remember shivering but it wasn’t cold. We walked solemnly behind your carriage up the road which we’d lived on for most of your short life. A road that saw you in a pram with your nan lovingly pushing you up and down. A road we walked up and down every day for nursery, then school. A road that took us on our adventures with Zac, come rain or shine. I could a...