‘How can he be dying?’ ‘I knew I had to be honest’ As little Alfie, five, belted out songs from his favourite Disney movies, we clapped and cheered. He loved performing for me, his brothers Tyronne, then 14, and Ryan, eight, and his dad, Danny, 32. It was New Year’s Day 2013, and after a fantastic Christmas, this was a fitting end to the celebrations – my son throwing a one-man show in our three-bed semi in Northampton.
Alfie, or ‘Alfie Bear’ as we called him because it was the name of his favourite singing teddy bear toy, had always been a ball of energy. So when, a few weeks later, he emerged from school exhausted and asking me to carry him home, I wondered if he’d caught a winter…
