Why I write Part 3
For the next seven months, right up until the day of my final sentencing, I wrote these long emails to my daughter, sometimes two or three in a week. I kept every email and, re-reading them after I came out, I realised there was very little repetition in them (I rarely repeated the same thing with the same reason(s)). Knowing where I was heading and honestly believing that there was a good chance I may not get through it, I needed to tell my children why I was innocent and how much I loved them. I covered (or tried to cover) memories, my innocence, how to deal with situations they may find them in in later life and in short, every possible thing I thought they should know. I wanted a record, a legacy, just something that would live on after me and on the off chance that anything I wrote might be helpful to them, should they ever get chance to read it.