Vicki,

Your last few days had been spent in hospital, how we had always feared. But we can only hope that you did not fear what was to come - you had your family by your side at all time and we held your hand and caressed your face as we held strong next to you.

At 1813 on the 3rd May, you took your final breath. You let go from this world, to be welcomed with open arms in the next and as you passed over the heavens opened, the rain poured down and the thunder rolled among the heavens. You were welcomed home in such a dramatic fashion, just like anything you deserved the best.

You loved the rain, and this month has shown that. By the 17th we have had more rain already than your average May, so you keep dancing in those clouds girl and keep the rain coming and we will remember you with every drop that lands on our faces and smile as we cherish the amazing memories that we shared.

Rest in Peace babygirl.