Loving mother and wife, loyal friend, brilliant dancer, life and soul of the party - what can I say about Vicky?  

Her absence leaves an unifiable hole in our lives, but so many happy memories. She has given our two children the best possible start in life, and me the happiest twenty years of my life.

"Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams"

...from 'A Rainy Night In Soho' by The Pogues