Today is an anniversary for me and for my family.
Two years ago today we lost my son Adam aged just 38 years of age. He had an undiagnosed heart condition and passed in his sleep. It was a huge shock to us all.
Today we think of him and the many memories we share of him as a family.
When I was diagnosed on 15 December 2020, it was just over two months after he passed away. Adam was very close to my mother who also had Parkinson’s. She was always fond of him and appreciated what he did for her. However, there came a time where she often mistook him for my brother Phillip, my brother. I know that hurt him and he found it difficult.
When I was diagnosed one of my first thoughts was of Adam. If there is anything to be grateful for amongst all this, it is that Adam does not have to see his Mother deteriorate. He was always very protective of me. He would find it hard, as will my other two children in the future.
I hope that he is somewhere with all those who have gone before and they are having a reunion together.
Much as I love my son and miss him, I’m not in a hurry to join him and the rest of the clan. When the time is right I hope he will be there to welcome me.