Lucky thirteen, Chris and I married on the 13th March 2004.
On the 13th December 2008 we scattered the rest of her ashes and planted trees on our land in Uganda by the river Nile - perhaps she made it past Cairo and into the Mediterranean? I'd like to think so.
This time last year I was in England and in the early morning I walked to the place on the river Deben, where in November 2008 before we flew to Uganda, we marked her memory by scattering half her ashes across the wintry tide.
Again this year, and on the 13th date, I find myself in England once more. I look carefully and see her in the places that I walk, in the air that I breathe and in the person I am.
Today I shall remember her deeply and be thankful for her tiny being and how it gave Chris and I the courage to face the world head on and eventually change the course of our life to where we are now.
It's with that knowledge I hold her miracle of a brother ever closer to me.