The consultant said there was nothing more they could do As the scorching sun prickled my skin, my thoughts flashed to my eldest, Ricky, 27.
I hope he’s looking after himself, I thought.
It was a blazing-hot day in September 2016, and I knew he was working outside as a council maintenance man.
No matter how old your kids get, you still worry.
I was right to be concerned.
Later, Ricky texted me.
I’ve got a headache, he wrote.
Typical!
It’s boiling out there. Don’t forget to put your sunscreen and hat on tomorrow, I wrote.
OK, Mum. Night, he replied.
Night, I texted back.
Ricky was my firstborn, my mummy’s boy.
He had blond hair, big blue eyes, and me and his dad Paul Hayden, then 55, adored him.…
