Giving my son, Christopher, a hug and a kiss goodbye, tears filled my eyes. ‘I’m going to miss you,’ I sniffed.
‘He was a true mummy’s boy’ It was summer 2014 and, after having him to ourselves for 24 wonderful years, his dad, Scott, then 45, and I were waving our boy off on his new life with his girlfriend, Steffi, 27, in her native Germany. The pair had met at the Edinburgh Fringe festival the year before and had been dating ever since. I adored Steffi, but it still didn’t make saying goodbye any easier.
See, my Christopher was a true mummy’s boy, and he and his little sisters, Rebecca, then 22, and Abby, 11, were inseparable. We’d spent their childhood going on camping holidays, and when we weren’t…