Xmas presence
Christmas is a time I think a lot about my mother, who died on Christmas Eve 8 years ago, the year I came back from Geneva. She made sure that she would never be forgotten at #Christmas time. There were many reminders of her after she died, many strange ‘coincidences,’ like an old lady whom for a couple of years after mum's death would ring the ‘wrong number’ of my niece (who shared a birthday with my mother) and say uncanny things. These calls would frequently happen around