Niki Kaiser
I can't find any words that are right. I am so sorry for your loss, and so devastated for your beautiful kids. So instead, I'll just write some memories.
I remember Sally at uni as this force of energy who survived on chips and beans from the Old Bar, drank too much cider, and always ALWAYS walked home, however late at night it was, or dodgy the streets around her were.
I remember Sally in Egypt, and I remember you Simon, in your huge flat. She was relaxed and happy, totally at home, surrounded by people, and generous in her hospitality and friendship.
I remember Sally on a random night in someone's house, dressed like it was 1974, getting twisted up in party streamers and laughing so very hard.
I remember Sally on a beach in Cornwall, absolutely freezing, then sunburnt, then squashed into a van drinking cider and smiling.
I remember Sally in London at her hen night. She introduced me to Wicked, which became an obsession for me for a while. And I remember you both at our wedding.
I remember Sally driving over to Norwich so we could compare babies and baby stories. She seemed so much more in control than me.
And I remember her handwriting, and the flowers, and the colourful pen, that would turn up every year without fail. On birthdays, at Christmas. She was so good at keeping in touch.
I was rubbish!
I will be thinking of you on Friday. I am so very sorry. I am so lucky to have met Sally, and I wish you huge amounts of love and strength.