Tragically, 20 years ago, when we were just 21, one of my closest friends died.


Very, very suddenly.

The bottom fell out of my world as I struggled to cope. I was at university and it was the most difficult time of my life, trying to get through each day without my other grieving friends by my side.

Tomorrow I will be attending her dad’s funeral. And it has brought back so many memories and the vivid dreams (where we’re chatting about everything) are back.

I would love to believe in signs, that there’s something else, that we have guardian angels.

Today when I went for a run and the first track on my iPod shuffle was White Feathers. And I fell apart