Despite having packed away most of Abi’s possessions (though some are to hand so that we can look at them when we want to), I’m still coming across little reminders of her.

It’s often things that have been there so long, they’ve become part of our surroundings. It might be her old school PE bag hanging in the understairs cupboard, her name scribbled in a reading book, or a hairgrip down the side of the sofa…

I recently noticed this picture again as I was washing up. It’s a faded magnet we bought when Abi was a baby that we stuck on our boiler in the kitchen; it’s been there ever since.

The picture is of Abi and her dad on our first family holiday (in Torquay). She was so cute, and she truly was the apple of her daddy’s eye.