I feel so sad for those of you who no longer have your beloved parents. I am so lucky to still have both of mine at 80 and 83 respectively. I have many memories though, like Mum smiling up at me from her chair when I came home from school (priceless that having Mum at home waiting for me) and Dad riding his bike with me sat on the handlebar, how safe and secure I felt. Dad still cooks our Christmas dinner after all these years and I dread the day he no longer does.