Posted 17 October, 2017
On Monday last week while visiting our local supermarket I became separated from our son.
More specifically, I lost him.
As I did my civic duty and recycled my soft plastics, he slipped away behind me and walked off in a different direction. I paced up and down the forecourt looking for him.
Two minutes, three minutes, four minutes passed.
My heart felt like it was lifting, millimetre-by-millimetre up in to my throat. My breath became laboured. Large doses of adrenalin started coursing through my nervous system.