It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I know, another Portsmouth resident had already written that! But for us it was true.
We were an ordinary Pompey family, terraced house single parent occasional trips to foreign sun.
As the sun tan faded Kyle became unwell, Kyle was never unwell. Kyle collapsed I collapsed.
Years later Kyle was awarded his doctorate, not bad for a kid from Southsea who recovered from brain damage.
I was the proud Dad started writing about what we had been through together.
I wish there was a time machine to hand my story to myself in that hospital ward, perhaps I did.
I do hope someone reads our story perhaps going through something similar and manages to find hope.