My son Harry walked back from the raffle prize table holding up a bottle of gin.
‘Go and pick something for yourself,’ I urged.
It was December 2022, and Harry, then 11, played for our local footy team, Hastings Athletic.
He'd just won a raffle prize at the club's Christmas party.
The table was full of sweet treats, toys and games.
‘But I wanted to get something for you,’ he smiled, handing the bottle to his dad, Lee, then 49.
Our boy had always been a caring and generous soul.
He'd give you his last Rolo.
On family camping trips, I'd take a stash of treats for him and his
