There is little to do at a time like this but to feel it together. To share the stories of people who ran to help. It’s what compels people back to the beach at Bondi today, to lay flowers, or to hug someone, to mark the day and say, ‘I feel this.’

Did I appreciate it? Did I soak up every moment? Was I enough? Will the thousands of photographs and videos be enough to truly help me remember how you laughed, your sweet voice when we sang, the delicious weight of your sleepy limbs like fat sausages in my hands.

What I really took away from the hospital yesterday (along with a seven-year-old with some stitches in his mouth) was an appreciation of the kindness of strangers, and how much of a social leveller it is to have a child in hospital, even just for a day.