Lucy never knew the date she officially died, but she knew that love had bound her to the earth.

She never left her daughter’s side. She was there when Daisy cried for her mother, or for a teddy that had fallen from her cot and landed out of Samuel’s sight, while he was desperate to comfort his crying daughter. Lucy was able to attract Samuel’s attention to the teddy by tickling his bare feet.

Another time, after Samuel had prepared Daisy’s bottle and was about to give it to her, the phone rang. No one was there at the other end of the phone line, and as Samuel walked back into the child’s bedroom, the baby’s bottle tumbled off the small table and spilt on the floor. It was only as the steam rose from the milk that he remembered he had not waited to cool the milk. Samuel knew, without doubt, that this was Lucy looking after them both. He always felt her presence, and as the years passed by, he felt her more and more, sharing his thoughts, his dilemmas, and always receiving an answer. Daisy likewise knew this was mummy, letting them know she was there, sharing all their laughter and tears.