When my dad and brother died, I denied my grief the way we deny the climate crisis. But it didn’t go away | Conal Hanna

They had health warnings but focused on other things. Their deaths opened my eyes to the scale of the challenge ahead

The kids' bedtime had long since passed, and my frustration was beginning to show.

As they faffed, I fretted - about the list of chores still to do before I could collapse into bed myself. At last as I harriedly tucked in my daughter, she looked up at me with a concerned expression and said: Dad, does Poppy need surgery?"