I lived with Moira for a year and a half and to me she was always Mo. I have a wealth of wonderful memories from the times we had together. I remember Mo ricocheting off the scenery in her gait-trainer (for too long I heard that as gate-trainer!), the sideways "what d'you mean" look if I said something stupid, the way she would chew the air as if it contained random arrestingly interesting pieces, the tranquility of breakfast, knowing the score, playing back to me the notes that i'd just played on the keyboard, the laughter and the fun. These are but a few of the special times that was Mo's power to create. She was a force for love and harmony and I'm so grateful for the short time that I was her friend and she mine. x