TRUE-LIFE
Popping into my parents’ house, I pictured the sparkling turquoise seas waiting for us.
‘Not long now,’ I beamed.
It was late 2010 and we were soon off to Vietnam.
Only, they didn’t look in the holiday mood.
‘We can’t go any more, love,’ my Mum, Elizabeth, then 66, whispered.
‘It’s your Dad. He has bowel cancer.’
Thoughts of sandy beaches faded as I rushed over to my fun-loving Dad, Eric, then 66.
‘We’ll get through this,’ he promised, taking my hand.
At 32, I loved my social work job and had a flat just 30 minutes from the family home I grew up in.
We’d always been close - Mum,
