INTRODUCTION

It's seven weeks since our funny, clever, kind, beautiful "little" girl lost her fight with cancer. The months leading up to that were hard but rather like the covid lock-downs, it all seems to blur into one, as we spent as much time as possible with Gina and tried to make her time in hospital a little more bearable. We were there every day as she met every challenge and every set-back with the same determination. She never gave in - and as those of us who are left behind struggle to come to terms with a world no longer lit by her presence, we somehow need to borrow a bit of that gritty determination.

Gina's funeral was back home in Preston a month and a day after she passed away in Glasgow. If confirmation were needed - that she was universally loved by just about everyone that she ever knew - then the funeral proved that.

I sometimes wish that I'd kept a diary through the last year. It may have helped - perhaps it would be too traumatic to revisit.

Coming back to the reason for this blog....

The title hopefully says it all... seemingly on a daily basis I find myself wondering what Gina would have thought of something - or seeing something in a shop that she would have liked. Perhaps this blog can keep her character alive, at least in my head, by imagining what she might have been doing and thinking, if she'd managed to win what we now know was an unwinnable battle against cancer.