Lisa I’m sorry this is so late. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, remembering both the great and the not so great times. When you love someone you can’t have one without the other. I remember how you were one of the only people who was there for me when I was too ill for anyone else to care for me. I remember how you never took the piss out of my craziness. I remember all the really thoughtful gifts you gave and made: the feather artwork, the Christmas Eve box, the aloe vera. The night we met those boys down on Brighton seafront. The trip to the London Transport Museum. The Sussex Partnership Awards. There are so many more. What I’m most grateful for is that there is a side of me that nobody but you ever understood or made space for. Thank you for that. I would love to carry on your amazing work as an expert by experience in mental health, and do you proud. Then hopefully the incredible love you have given me and others will become immortalised in lasting Positive Practice 🤞 We will all miss you. Wherever you are, you are still unique, selfless and beautiful. ❤️💚💜 🤗