I left England when Christine was 12 years old and didn’t see her again until she was 25 with two children. Over the last two decades we got to know each other very well and had some fun times including going down to Antarctica together. We had the same zany sense of humour and enjoyed each other’s company even though we only met up once or twice a year. It was an absolute tragedy that someone so full of life should be struck down the way that she was. I will always remember her. From her big brother