Dear Felix,
You were my firstborn, the one who made me a mum. Born in February 1997 with your shock of thick, dark hair, you were adorable and as I held you in my arms, I experienced a love so intense I never knew I was capable of.
Over the following months, my love for you only grew stronger. Even as a toddler, you were hilarious, sitting down at my piano, bashing away at the keys, only pausing to turn the pages of the music book the way that you’d see me do and making sure me and your dad, Alex, now 52, were still watching.
Just over three years later, we had another son, Lucian. You were the perfect big brother, instant partners in crime. Life rolled along happily…
