In three day’s time we will celebrate Vic’s birthday.
On Monday, at Heathrow airport, I unthinkingly picked up a bottle of “Beautiful” perfume. I looked at the bottle of perfume and put it down as if it was a snake that was ready to strike… Vic is dead. This year she will not wake up to the sound of us singing “Happy Birthday”. There will be no shrieks of “Oh, thank you! This is EXACTLY what I wanted!” There will be no birthday party this year.
Vic opening her birthday gift from her Dad last year. The boys were so excited and everyone wanted to set up the “iPad”…
This year we will light candles for a precious mother, child, friend… We will send prayers to Heaven.
Vic's Final Journey 