Look at Pam's beautiful face, those perfect eyebrows, her lovely crinkled forehead, those dainty small hands. It's a tough day July 3. Pam was killed in a tragic accident 8 years ago today.. We will go and be with mum and dad and do something to take our minds off it like go and eat fish and chips. Dad loves fish and chips. Then we are going to Hayfield up to twenty trees where Angie carved Pam's name on a tree. We will put flowers down. Then tomorrow I am going to Haworth a place of sisters. It's only an hours drive from here, can't believe I've been here two years and haven't yet been. We will get through today as always.
This blog is about me and my sister Pam who was killed age 43 in a plane crash on July 3rd 2008 along with the instructor Charlie and her husband Keith who was learning to fly. These stories and thoughts keep me close to her, it's her shrine.