Christmas 2012 ended today at 11 am.
At a church in Cardiff we celebrated the life of my late cousin.
When she died on Christmas Eve, she left the holiday hanging over us until 'all other business' had been taken care of.
In this way, she touched us all one, last time, somewhat incredibly making this Christmas her last even though she couldn't be here.
It was a more memorable time, rather than one which should be forgotten, and the image of her bright, smiling face, will forever be associated in our memories with Christmas 2012.
Her children, crying in the church as they paid tribute, crying again as the little coffin made its way to the burial ground, now have no reason to doubt the common sympathy and support of hundreds of people they barely know.
So long Gill.