The shrieks of excited children and a kaleidoscope of colours filled the air. Spinning round, my daughter Faye, then 6, waved her arms above her head, a huge grin on her face.
A single mum, I’d taken Faye, my sons Jack, 8, and Jordan, almost 2, and Neve, 2 months, to Blackpool in June 2004.
They loved all the bright lights and high-pitched sounds of the funfair.
And if we weren’t on holiday, you’d find us snuggled on the sofa with a book or film, or at the park with a picnic.
We enjoyed the simple pleasures in life.
Both Jack and Jordan had been born with epilepsy.
Jack had autism, too.
Two kids having regular seizures was tough.
But Faye was always so supportive and patient with them, acting…