I remember the day you were really ill when you were about 6 years old. All you wanted was a tangerine. 'I will go to the shop, Aunty Margaret', said Craig's cousin Donna. So I gave her the money to buy Craig his tangerine. After about 45 minutes she returned from the shop. I asked her where Craigs Tangerine was . The little madam handed me the skin and broke her wee cousins heart. When he was in hospital the week before he died he asked Donna if she could remember that and they had the greatest laugh about it. She caused him many tears growing up but brought great happiness to his final days.