 O'n January 4th, I took Harry'n Dylan football training up in Llandaw. Dropped him off, came back, sat in the car at the sandwich and read the paper. 10, 15 minutes before Harry came out, I felt a little bit sick, but I never thought anything of it really. As soon as we joined the motel away, I began to feel sick again, a little dizzy. All I remember then, I passed out. Dylan yn y bac a ddedu edrych ar mamau wedi ddewogau ar y olyn. Rwy'n chi'n siwct. Rwy'n ei ddim yn relig y bwyddu newydd, os Dylan di gweithdien yfau a rwy'n chi di fynd ar olyn. A choswyd ni mewn y faslain oedd rhywal i gweithdu ddo, mae ni'n hardsiolda a roi has iddlyw. Rwy'n rwy'n grwnd o'r Dylan, a ddysu edrych ar y rau. Ryd oedd y hoddi oedd wedi dod i ben. Ni'n mynd lan junction a oedd rydw i wedi gwyd. Rhyw roi'r handraig lan. Oedd Harry wedi mynd mas o'r car i flag o rŵn lawr a galw naw naw naw. I think a lot of boys would have frozen and not know what to do. On the dual carriage where he was getting a lot of abuse from the cars behind, from slip road. He did what he could and I think he probably did better than any adult would have done in that situation. So, yeah, very proud. Handel ar. Oedd yn scary cos o'n ni gallu marw a mam y dyla'n allaw yr oedd y rŵn dynnu ar y pryd. Fi'n falch iawn i cael friend fi ffynna hi gwed beth ynaid.