Every year I make it a day of remembrance. I take flowers, go into nature and leave them there for Pam. This year we went to a tea room for lunch with mum and dad, then Ron and I (Dad can't walk far anymore) walked up to Derbyshire Level and sat amongst the heather. Mum and Dad used to live there in a great big house. Pam used to do a woman's hair in another house up there. Pam told me the woman's mother had been murdered by Dr Shipman.
As I sat there with Pam's flowers something told me to turn round and look behind me. The most delicate blonde grasses shimmered brightly like smiling faces, they seemed to be saying hello... Here are the photos.. you can just see the grasses in the photo of Ron..
And here's a photo of Pam looking beautiful as always..
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