CHANGED MY LIFE

Flashing his brand-new driver’s licence at me, my son Cody grinned as I snapped a picture.

I was so proud of him. My husband David, 49, and I had been trying to convince Cody to get his licence for ages.

We knew it would give him independence and help him with getting to and from work.

But Cody, 19, was afraid.

When he was 16, his dad had been in a bad car crash, and Cody was with me when I rushed to the scene.

The car was in a bad way, and David suffered with a back injury.

It had been traumatic for Cody, and left him too scared to learn to drive.

‘You’re an adult now,’ I told him gently. ‘You need to be able to get around by yourself.’

‘I know you’re right,’ he said.

And when he got his licence back in 2016, he was so proud.

He even signed up to be an organ donor, and my heart burst with pride.

Cody had a heart of gold and wanted to help others

I’d been a registered donor since I was 16, and I was so pleased Cody was signing up.

I wasn’t surprised though – it was typical Cody.

He had