Jayne, this has been the most surreal year I have experienced, I keep expecting to hear from your dad or Joe about one of your adventures or achievements( That they are so proud of!) and it is always a shock when I remember what has happened. I remember being so excited when you were born, haunting your mum, wanting to play with you and bath you. I remember your first unsteady steps going between me and your mum in the living room, your wee body red where we caught you and how you clapped! Maybe then we should have known your love of dance.But then I started to get older and got caught up in other interests and was no longer part of your daily life, but I was always keen to hear how you were doing and as I said there was no shortage of fans willing to tell how you were doing. The last news I got was something I never wanted to hear, you always imagine when you are young you have all the time in the world to catch up with people but life is cruel. You will forever be that wee girl and it is a memory I hold dear. You would have been so proud of your family on Saturday they did so well, I stole a wee butterfly just because it made me think of you. The butterflies and flowers also made me think of a poem that says 'God's garden must be beautiful, he only takes the best' and he got simply the best this time. It also says ' I know your not alone, for part of us went with you the day called you home' Everyone is that little bit richer for having known you and emptier having lost you. Sorry for not saying goodbye. Sleep tight, Tracey xxxxx