My mother passed away last night. Pam was an absolute legend of a woman. Strong, fiery, fiercely loyal and standing at just 5ft 1in, she had a personality big enough to make grown men stop and listen. At 45, she found herself rebuilding her life alone, in a new country, with two sons to raise. She didn’t stop. She didn’t complain. She got straight into work and did everything she could to give my brother and me the best life possible. That was my mum. Then, a few years ago, life did what life sometimes does. Two massive strokes changed everything for her. The fiercely independent woman who had overcome so much suddenly faced a battle she couldn’t simply fight her way through. If there’s one lesson I’d like people to take from this, it’s simple. Don’t wait until tomorrow. Make that phone call. Take that trip. Say those words. Spend that time together. Because one day, tomorrow doesn’t come. My wife and daughter were the last of us to see her, and I’m so grateful they got to share a good laugh together, as only three women can. That’s a memory I’ll treasure. And now Paris is calling. Mum was excited about my trip. She followed my work, believed in what I was doing and was always behind me. She knew the risks, but she also knew how much it meant to me and loved watching the videos especially the ones in the sea as she was an avid scuba diver years back So I’ll be going to Paris with a heavy heart, but knowing she’d want me to carry on doing what I love. I love you, Mum.