For nearly 12 years of our son Laurie's life, my wife, Hilary, and I were those kinds of parents. In fact, we tended towards the old fashioned relaxed school (He'll be fine). He was as good as you get: happy, healthy, sporty, smart, funny and nice. Then suddenly Laurie wasn't fine. A small pain became a major problem, became a diagnosis of cancer, became a gloomy prognosis, became grim certainty. He died, aged 13, in September 2005. It seems like yesterday and, then again, it seems like an aeon ago.