The last pic of my son Ronan
Agrinning face poked into the dining room, and I held back my giggles.
‘How do you like my beard, Mum?’ my son Ronan, then 16, asked.
I burst into laughter.
Desperate to grow a beard, Ronan had drawn one on using my make-up.
My partner Chander fell about laughing too as I snapped a photo, and sent it to our daughter Nikita, then 21, who was away at uni.
Ronan was always making us laugh.
And he worked so hard at school to achieve his dream of becoming a lawyer.
‘I want to help people who don’t have a voice. I want to make you proud,’ he’d say.
A dream son.
Then one day in June 2022, he asked if he could play snooker at the local snooker
