With a smile, I watched my son, Liam, clutching the sticks he’d found on his nature walk. It was spring 2015 and Liam, then two, had spent the day with my mum Helen, 57. As always, they’d had a brilliant time together.
‘She’d started slurring her words’ A part-time teaching assistant, Mum looked after Liam one day a week while I worked as a carer and my husband Shane, 26, often worked away as a support worker. Mum, and my dad Brian, 62, adored Liam and he loved his adventures with them looking for twigs, pebbles and insects in the woods. ‘Show Mummy what we found today,’ Mum would say as he displayed his haul.
Mum was always on the go but, in July 2015, I wondered if she’d taken…