It has taken me some time to write this because I can’t believe you have gone. Born only two days apart our mums were conveniently placed in adjacent beds so granny could visit two for the price of one. As children we played together every weekend when your dad came to visit my mum every Sunday. Then as teenagers we spent more time together, laughing, dancing, laughing more. You dragged me to gigs that you lived until will found common ground musically. Although our paths drifted as we grew older we remained friends and confidants despite the miles that separated us. In recent years we kept saying we had to meet up. But we never did because there were always plenty more tomorrows. Until there are not. I miss you more than you could ever know. Forever my cabbage farmer 💔

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Alisa. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.