Still at the forefront of her mind

Amaia had not long turned two when dad went into hospital and died. My greatest fear for her back then was that she was too small to remember. I was wrong then and I'm still wrong now. Today, eight months on, I took her shopping in Adsa. I was putting things in the trolley when we passed the drinks aisle. She skipped down it, picked up a small bottle of lucozade and put it in the trolley saying quite clearly 'We need this for when Pumpa comes back again. He's been dead too long now, he needs to come back.' In Amaia's head lucozade was synonymous with dad, as I discussed a few weeks after he died. My sweet baby...