On 25th April 2018, I emerged from Strasbourg train station, eager to see Jerome on his birthday. He was waiting for me on the green outside the station. We fell into an embrace. Even though it was his birthday he presented me with a gift of a watch and a bottle of water (he knew I always carried a bottle of water). I was very touched by his thoughtfulness , despite his problems. My heart went out to him. He delighted in giving. The penultimate evening I spent with him, 27th April, was in his apartment, where he and Izabelle provided me and June with a cooked meal. He was so happy, as was I. He is the spark of my life; he lives in my head and in my heart, and in my blood...he is my flesh...my 33-years of memories which shape me. I cry for him everyday. My beautiful, sweet boy.