We're going on an annual walk on Sunday in memory of a gorgeous, lovely, beautiful girl, the daughter of good friends of ours, who died of leukaemia, aged just 25, several years ago. It just so happened to coincide with the Jo Cox day (my sister knew Jo from childhood and is friends with Jo's mum). Sunday will be a poignant day for us lot. Sometimes, focussing on the individual's story instead of trying to see the big picture all the time is what keeps us grounded as human beings.