After my mum died, I couldn’t face tackling the clothes she left behind. But wearing them has helped me celebrate the woman she was

Sorting, wearing and even reworking some of Mum’s wardrobe has given me a way to keep her close Only my mum would insist on buying a designer swimsuit on her deathbed. She had always found emotional solace in clothes, but shopping for herself had become futile by that point. She was, after all, lying in a cancer hospital having been told there was no further treatment available for her relentless myeloma; she had exhausted all available options in the 11 years since her diagnosis. But my 37th...

By Abigail Radnor