How could I have known how much it meant for her to see a patch of blue sky, to observe the flying seagulls, or how important that chestnut tree was to her, when she had...

For me, it was a revelation. There, was revealed a completely different Anne to the child that I had lost. I had no idea of the depths of her thoughts and feelings.

I just can’t think how I would go on without children having lost Edith already… It’s too upsetting for me to write about them. Naturally, I still hope, and wait, wait, wait.