When I think of sunny summer days I think of going to the beach to build sandcastles, to splash in the sea, to eat ice cream and soggy 'sand'wiches. I think of days at Port enjoying the excitement of the amusements, strolling the promenade and having salty chips by the sea. I think of long, warm evenings in the garden having a BBQ with lots of friends and family, playing in the paddling pool and finding comfort and joy in each others company. I think of hopping on a plane and jetting off on an adventure to see the wonder and curiosity in my childs eyes at her new surroundings, relaxing and soaking up the rays as well as the quality time together that holidays bring. These are all the things I had dreamt of for our summer together, all the things I envisioned our little girl to enjoy and experience for the first time. But they were to remain just that. Dreams, visions, desires; none of which would be our reality. People have often said to me how strong I have been throughou