Today is the 4th of July and my American friends celebrate Independence Day.

Three years ago today at about this time I was saying what we were told would be a final goodbye to my son, surrounded by police, who had already launched a murder enquiry. I remember the policeman by his bed who wept with us.I remember the cold fear. The unreality of it all.

I can’t help watching the clock today and going back over those terrible moments.

Yet, today, my son is celebrating what he has chosen to call his re-birthday, on holiday, with a lovely young lady by his side.

He sent me a text this morning, to ask me to post on his Facebook page as thee is no internet connection where they are:

“I am enjoying my re-birthday”

It says it all, and if I weep today it is because miracles can happen, dreams do come true and nothing is impossible.