As I watch my son Jonny making a Lego dinosaur or flying his toy plane, heâs happy and carefree, just as he should be at four years old. He only knows a little about his story right now, but heâll grow up knowing he can ask anything he wants. Iâll encourage him to be open, talk, then talk some more.
When I was a teenager, on fun nights out with friends, we wouldnât worry about catching the last bus, or the next dayâs hangover, saying: âWhatâs the worst that can happen?â I found out at 20, when my beloved dad Tony died. He had lung cancer, but he and my mum, Pam, had shielded me, their only child. Through my shock, I couldnât bear to see Mum in such terribleâŚ
