Every day I miss Merryn. Not a minute of any day passes without a thought for her. Watching Cleo grow and blossom, seeing Merryn's friends thrive, seeing her bike in the shed etc. Mostly mundane, everyday activities that all connect back to the thread that runs end to end through our family. Like everybody else that knew Merryn we have moved on, except for the part of us that remain forever rooted in the time before she died. A time when nothing could touch our serenity and quiet satisfaction.