When I found out that I had lost my son, it was, in some ways, worse for my older son who I had called on the phone in panic. I actually said to him ‘Ary, Ary, (sobbing) your sister is saying on the phone that Adam is dead! It must be wrong. It must be wrong! Can you find out?! To which he immediately hung up and I can just imagine how quickly he got out of his workplace and sped to Caulfield, where my Adam lived.