I was really quite upset when I heard the news that David Camerons dad died suddenly of a stroke, whilst on holiday in France. My own dear mum died of a stroke in August 2008. The week before, she'd been on holiday with me in Lourdes, France. On our return, I departed with my wife and children for a holiday in the USA. It was 4am in San Francisco when we got the call to say she'd had a massive stroke and wasn't expected to last more than a few hours. At 7am we got another call to say she'd died. I never got to say goodbye to her. Just over two years later, I still feel her presence. Sadly there are all too many things which remind me of her. Just this week when I was at the Council Cabinet meeting and Robert Rams announced that he wanted to close libraries and send all the old dears to Starbucks for their books, I felt her telling me "This man is an idiot". I got most of my political views from my mum. She was an avid reader, most week getting three books from the Library (large print as her eyesight was failing).
Our parents leave us an enormous legacy. They make us the people we are. I just hope David Cameron turns his awful experience to some positive benefit and uses it to advance the treatment and awareness of strokes. Maybe then a few less people will share our common experience of sad loss