I remember a trip on a barge which a group of us took one holiday at university, a group of friends with Trish very much at the centre, gently holding us together - a motley crew. I remember Trish telling us about her anemia, only she didn't have anemia, she was trying to tell us she was forgetful. But every time she tried, she could never quite find the the amnesia, and wandered into anemia and some other similar sounding illness I now can't think of. The irony is that my memory of Trish, and I'm quite sure of many of the others on that trip - Kate, Sarah, Martin, Theo - has no danger of succumbing to that fate. Her memory, her legacy, her bright and beautiful soul left an imprint on this world, which will never fade. With much love, Jonny x