Annika such a sad memory for you. My baby brother died just before Christmas (cot death it was called then) and the funeral was at the beginning of January 1968. I was a teenager and he had been sharing my bedroom, but I'd complained about being woken up to feed him every night so on the night of his death he was sleeping in another room. I felt guilty every Christmas for years after.
Humza Yusaf's resignation speech