Waving, I watched as my little sister was pushed in her wheelchair up the ramp to her school bus.
'Bye Ella. See you later,' I called.
It was summer 2008, I was 6, Ella was 4.
At just 6 weeks old, she'd been diagnosed with a brain tumour and surgery complications when removing it left her unable to walk or speak.
But her beautiful smile lit up the room.
Every day with Ella was a blessing.
And every morning I'd wave her off to school.
Sadly, that's where my memories of Ella end.
Her tumour returned and she died from it in 2009, aged 5.
Mum Katy, then 28, and Dad Kevin, then 31, putbrave faces for the rest of us kids – me, then 7, Libby, 4, and Harry, 2.
