For as long as I can remember my Mom has always been our rock. My marriage broke down and I was living in Africa while my Mom and Dad had returned to England where we had immigrated from. There was no question about it, as loving and as caring as my in-laws were I needed my Mom. I flew over in November 1997 with my son then 3 years old, we stayed with my sister until we could find a place of our own which we did pretty…
