Not an hour goes by when I do not think of Barbara. The photographs, holiday mementos and gifts from her all over my home prompt memories of good times past and a hollow feeling that she is no longer there to share a story , compare the dancers on Strictly or disappointments in our political leaders. No more theatre trips, dinner parties, afternoon teas or holidays with her. It is as if a light has gone out. She is irreplaceable. With everlasting affection Maria