As I walked on a lonely beach one morning an old saying ran through my head, "the pen is mightier than the sword.". So I thought the pen could be a mighty weapon in the battle for survival. It was my answer as how to give best support. I would write constantly, day after day, firstly because it would let he and his parents were always in my thoughts and that with a new-fund belief in 'thought-waves' I was willing my dear grandson to fight on.

Hence my almost daily mail shot of postcards, with just a few lines that could be read to the lad and which we all believe penetrated his subconscious when he was not in a waking state. I feel so sure that the 'thought waves' carried on postcards were the best support I could offer to him and his parents

Being so many miles away is no barrier to all important contact and support; all it takes is a pen that never runs dry.