continuing relationship with my deceased husband Gary

The Costellos in the Snow – A Father’s Pride It’s snowing deep in Florence again, and I can’t help but stand in the garden with a daft grin plastered on my face. There they are — our brood — every one of them carrying a piece of us. You, my Debra, are always in the picture even when you’re not stood right beside me. Ellie, our eldest, thirty now. Calm, steady, beautiful like her mum — she carries herself with a kind of grace that makes me proud every time I see her. James, our living lad, twenty-five, strong as an ox and stubborn as me, dark hair, caramel eyes, and a heart that beats in rhythm with mine. Dylan, nineteen, covered in oil and grease half the time, hands on an engine and a smile that says he’s already found his calling. Grace at sixteen, the thinker. Her eyes are always off in the distance, dreaming, clever lass. Scott, fifteen, the cheek — too tall for his own good and forever winding his sisters up. Then there’s Simon, seven years old, cheeky grin plastered in snow, read...