As the majority of you know this week is the 10th anniversary of my wee sister's passing. Marguerite died on November 29th, and every year I have written a blog in memory of my fabulous wee sister. This year, I want to write a blog with a different angle. I want to write what I have learnt in the last ten years since Mags left us. Marguerite was a cracker of a girl. Always up for a giggle, immaculately dressed and dolled up, mouthy when she wanted, but silent when she had a point to make, brilliant at imitating everyone she met and most importantly a true lover of life. When she died, especially with the circumstances surrounding her death, it shattered my heart. I can still remember the pain that used to shoot across my chest when I would think of her. It physically hurt. It was awful. A doctor told me during that time that you can actually feel your heart break. He was right. I felt it. I struggled to believe that life could ever be okay again. Everything I ha
