My  little sister, Francesca, was brave and fearless with a kind heart.  Francesca had a thirst for life from the word go, no sitting around in pretty dresses for her, she wanted to be out running and playing in the yard, she permanently had two grazed knees!

When we queued for Saturday morning pictures, Francesca would see off the local Eastend thugs as they tried to push us around to get to the front of the queue.  On these occasions and others she  protected me, not the other way round! That courage stood with her throughout her life.

Francesca was born the day the King died and the country was in mourning, despite this solemn entry to the world, my sister was fun loving and loved to dance and that is the way I will always remember her.

I love you and miss you dear sister and will cherish our childhood memories xxxxxxxxxx