Dishing up dinner, I called out into the garden, ‘Boys, come in, dinner’s ready.’ My sons, Jay and Blair, were playing football, but Jay had just scored a goal and through his cheers they couldn’t hear me. Jay was excellent at sports. In fact, anything he put his mind to, he excelled at. He’d always been so kind and well-mannered too. I felt so lucky to have the life I did with my husband, Bryan, and our boys on our farm in Ayrshire.
When Jay was 18, he started at Strathclyde University in Glasgow, studying finance and economics. But five months later, in January 2020, he suffered a seizure. Bryan, Blair and I raced to be with him at the hospital. His tests and a CT scan were clear, and…