Dearest Deborah, My neighbour Karim has died, like you he died too soon and too young. My first thought was of you, I knew you would be there to welcome him into heaven; head tilted, blue eyes blinking - you would listen to his tale, you would give him tips about heaven, you would tell him time passes real quick in heaven and it was only a matter of minutes, until he sees his wife and daughter again, ‘for shure man’ you would say. Karim would be alright. I have said many times you are the cat with nine lives with so many threatening ordeals in our childhood. We were always together and there was always hope and we always survived. On the 3rd of March last year I felt there was no hope. But there is hope. I know you are in heaven, but I feel your presence Deborah, I feel your energy, I feel you beside me, with me, all around me. You are so deeply woven into the fabric of my life; you are part of me. And there is hope, great hope we will be all together again, hope that I will tell you what I have done on Earth and you will tell me what you have been doing in Heaven. Until we meet again shamwari, my lovely sister. Lots of love and hugs your No 1 sister, Anita (for shure man!) XXX