My Lockerbie campaigner father was so obsessed with his dead daughter he forgot about his living one... me.

ON THE wall opposite their parents' bed is a portrait of Cathy Swire's big sister Flora. For the majority of Cathy's life, it has been the first thing they see in the morning and the last thing they see at night. It was painted soon after Flora's death, when she was just 23. Cathy, not yet 21, had been with Flora before she died, waving her off at Heathrow before she boarded a flight to New York to spend the Christmas of 1988 with her boyfriend. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]