I tossed and turned one night thinking about a dear friend who had died after moving miles away from us . I kept thinking how I wished we had a memento from his house to remember him by. We went out shopping the next day came home to find a box in our hall of little ornaments with an note from a friend saying she was sorry it took so long for her to deliver this box but please take something in memory of our mutual friend. She had taken weeks to bring it round .
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


