Gently placing a very special bauble onto a branch, I felt a twinge of sadness.
I was getting ready for my wedding, overseeing the last finishing touches of the venue – tying the knot in December last year, I went all out with the Christmas theme. After all, it was the most wonderful time of the year.
And my wedding day would be the best day of my life.
But there would be one very important person missing from my festive nuptials.
My dad, Philip.
He had passed away when I was just 11, so I’d always known he’d never be there to see me as a bride or walk me down the aisle.
But I was determined to make Dad part of my day.
I loved Christmas – something I got from Dad. He was a big kid when it came to the festive season.
‘Go on, open it!’ he’d say excitedly, handing
