30 Years and Counting

Maybe I should start at the very beginning, and the beginning was the day our late son was born. It was the evening of 13th March 1986. Mark arrived in a hurry, so much so that my sister who we had called to look after our eldest, Matthew, thought there was something wrong when Johan arrived home just a couple of hours later. No there was nothing wrong, or so we thought that night. Mark had been born at 21h07 just 45 minutes after my waters had broken. He had a lusty pair of lungs and latched on to drink very quickly and easily. This was so different to Matthew, who we had to coax into