Heart attack saved my life

Curling up on the sofa, I turned to my grandma Jacqueline, then 57.

‘Where’s Mummy?’ I asked.

It was 1997, I was only 5.

For as long as I could remember, my grandparents’ house was home.

Grandma flashed a look at my grandad Thomas, 61.

Then both of them sighed.

‘We’ll tell you when you’re older,’ they said eventually.

And it was only when I was in my teens that I learned the truth.

When I was just 3, my mum had died suddenly.

With my dad