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Stories written by fathers
These pages are for you to share with others your experiences of loss
due to young sudden cardiac death. If you would like your
thoughts
to be included in this section of the website, please email your words, photos /
images, songs, videos and poems to
mystory@c-r-y.org.uk or post them to
the CRY office (if requested, photos will be returned via Recorded
Delivery).
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Paul Mulford
BETWEEN THOSE
SMILES
The look of mischief
The smile disguising the next naughty move
The unread tale:
Books, cuddles.... too boring!
You understood: life was for living, exploring.
You rushed at life, running first, never walking.
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David Paul Staff
5th
December 1977, David Paul Staff entered this world and made our lives
truly happy and at that time the happiest day of our lives. As years
passed, everyone who came into contact with him grew to like him, he
hadn’t a malicious, vindictive bone in his body. He was a really
lovely person to be with who everyone took to. He traversed all
age groups and as he grew older he developed a sense of humour and what
a sense of humour, weird but wonderful, witty and funny.
In August
1994, David went on a school trip which visited Italy, Tunisia, Egypt
and lastly Israel. They visited the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem where
pilgrims from all around the world put notes, prayers and so on into the
cracks of the wall - an ancient tradition that has spanned centuries.
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Andrew Mark Croxson
Andrew Mark was my first
born, a perfect baby in every way. He grew up into a fine young man, a
great son, and a wonderful brother to Stephen and Timothy. He loved and
enjoyed life to the fullest.
Andrew grew fast and was
tall for his age. He experienced a couple of fainting attacks as a
teenager. Doctors did not seem to be worried and said this was part of
growing up. He had experienced an unexplained faint only the
week before he died and had attended the hospital.
After finishing school
Andrew travelled the world for a year, visiting many countries and
staying with friends and church leaders. New Zealand was his favourite
place, and he spent many months there.
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James Ross Markham
James
seemed to be a fit and health young man. He lived at home, was a music
student, and was twenty one years of age when in November 2001 he
suddenly dropped dead outside the house.
What made his death
so baffling was that earlier that year on a family holiday to the Lake
District he had seemed so well. One morning he had cycled around
Grizdale Woods on a mountain bike, and in the same afternoon rowed the
length of Grasmere Lake.
On the day of his
death things had started normally. He had been to college, had dinner,
and in the evening was at home working on his computer.
He had a car that
was due to be serviced, and the garage we used was about 400 yards from
the house. He had arranged to drop the car off that evening, and post
the keys through the letterbox. He set off at about 11 pm, and shouted
out that he would be back in about 15 minutes.
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Adam Payne
If you are reading this story of our
experiences, following the death of our son, then you will fall into one of
3 categories.
The first and most important group are those directly affected by such
events. The fact that you are reading this if you have recently lost someone
is a positive sign as you have begun the process of looking for an answer to
this terrible loss.
The second group will be those in the medical profession in whatever
capacity that may be. The majority of you may never have come across such a
condition as this, so please read on.
The third group is everybody else from whatever walk of life you come from.
Even if you have wandered onto this site in error, then please stay and read
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Joe Pearce Willis
Presented here is an edited
version of a chapter I wrote for a book a couple of years ago and
remembers Joe Pearce Willis, our son.
Edited extract from Fred
Pearce’s book "Confessions of an Eco-Sinner" (Eden Project Books, 2008).
Our
household survived without a mobile phone for a long time. Even as a
journalist, I have resisted. The first arrived when our son Joe bought
a bog-standard Nokia in 2003. Always on the look-out for a bargain, he
paid £10 at Carphone Warehouse in Clapham Junction. It did the job. Or
it did until – and there is no sensible way of writing this without
sharing the family tragedy with you – until his death in 2005.
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Lisa Shepherd
My name
is Michael Shepherd and I’m 53 years old. I live with my wife
Janice, 51, and son Liam, 23, in Bolsover - a small town 6 miles from
Chesterfield in Derbyshire.
All was
well in our lives until the horror, which came on Friday 19th
May 2006.
Our
daughter Lisa, 23, a staff nurse at Chesterfield Royal Hospital was due to
take Liam to work as she was off work on holiday. She was planning an
early morning shopping trip to nearby Meadowhall shopping centre in
Sheffield with her friend and fellow nurse Tanya, and as she was up early
she told her mum to have a lie in and she would take Liam to work.
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Kieran Formby
It’s now 8 months since, on the eventful evening of 13th
September 2008, we learnt our dearly beloved son Kieran had died and
left us.
I am sure that we do not have to tell you how we feel, only
that he along with his surviving sister Sinead, they were our very reason
and purpose for living and were driving forces in our lives.
In writing this and recalling our circumstances regarding
Kieran, we as parents - despite our agony and despair at losing Kieran -
must not forget that he was 50% of our lives and that Sinead his sister is
alive and with us and is going through her own agonies, concerns and
struggles every day and continues to need our love and support.
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Amanda McCarthy
On the morning of Sunday 12th October 2008,
myself and my wife Beverley were sat at home with our morning cup of
tea. Beverley had just returned from dropping our son off to do his
local paper round.
When the phone rang, Beverley answered it and I
immediately saw the colour drain from her face, she stared at me with
her eyes welling up with tears, and unable to speak she handed me the
phone. In the brief few seconds before taking the phone from her I
racked my brains for something to prepare me for the bad news obviously
coming, but no way in my wildest dreams would I ever have imagined how
bad it was really going to be!
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Claire Dee Shapland
From the day Claire was
born there was no mistaking she was a little girl, her sparkling blue
eyes and smile would bring warmth to everyone who met her, feminine to
the ends of her eye lashes. As Claire grew up in to a young lady her
personality was one of embracing the love of her family, considering
others and enjoying life.
“Until you become a
parent yourself you have no idea of the adoring love that develops for
one’s own children” - they are truly the embodiment of one’s life.
In February 2005, Claire
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Timothy Spooner
Known affectionately as
Tim, he was taken from us so suddenly, and is now laid to rest with his
mum Kate.
Tim was a very active
person who lived life 24/7. He worked hard and played hard and was a
fanatical football player, who was a dedicated
Chelsea
fan.
His life revolved around
football and his girlfriend Natalie, with whom he spent so much of his
time.
Tim’s sudden death
occurred on
Saturday 17th May 2008.
He left home with Natalie at 9.45am to play in an end of season 6-a-side
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Tom Clabburn
Today should have been my son's 15th birthday.
Instead I am writing about life after Tom.
Tom
died in his sleep in October this year of an undiagnosed heart-related
condition. He had been fit, active, healthy, doing well at school,
bright and happy. We were not, in any way, prepared.
This is not about my wife or my daughter.
Other than saying that they will
always be everything to me, their story is for them. This is about me and
Tom. It is about the living and the dead. For at this moment, the two are
wrapped around each other in an embrace that is tight and total and painful.
I would not have it any other way.
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Chris Doyle
On January 9th 2007, my son Chris Doyle,
after having played a game of soccer, went home and complained of not
feeling well.
His mum sat up with him and Chris insisted
on going to bed and told everyone he would be OK. His mum went to wake
him for school (Galashiels Academy) but found him dead.
We were all shocked and had no warning at
all of this, and to lose a 16 year old son was devastating to us all.
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Sarah Simpson
Thursday 19th April 2007 will be
a day that we as a family will remember forever. April 19th
every year is special anyway as it is my wife’s birthday. Our daughter
Sarah (age 20), who worked in a care home, was on late shift that day
and as a result we had celebrated my wife’s birthday the evening before
with a family favourite meal of fish and chips.
That day (the 18th) Sarah had
been to the zoo with some of the residents of the care home, and was
full of stories about how much both she and the residents had enjoyed
the day, and showed us lots of photographs she had taken of them all. My
wife and I, Sarah and her elder brother Will (age 22), all round the
table laughing and joking and talking about how everyone was getting on,
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Anthony McCarroll
Anthony was born on the 16th of
August 1986, and died on the 20th of September 2006.
As a boy, Anthony was always smiling and was
very quiet. He did well at school, never got into any trouble, got on with
his work and always did his homework on time. At home you very rarely saw
Anthony because he was always in his bedroom either doing his homework or
playing on his Playstation.
This was the case until he left school. His
dad got him an Engineering apprenticeship when he left school, at Elmsteel
where he was an Operations Manager. He settled in well at work and soon
developed into an asset to the company.
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Laura Hillier
Whenever I think back to Friday 20th June 2003 -
which is still most days - I remember the clear blue sky and warm sunshine, and
recall thinking "how could such a tragedy strike in a moment on such a lovely
summer's day?"
Laura was 21 years and 6 months old. The
detail seems important. She had just completed her second term of a BA
course in Early Childhood Studies at University College Northampton (later to
become the University of Northampton). She loved young children, was a
natural with them, and they in turn loved her. Everybody loved Laura.
She was lively, witty, talkative and energetic, without any streak of malice or
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Jonathan Leigh
Jonathan was coming to
the end of his first year as a trainee surveyor at the commercial property
consultants King Sturge in Leeds, and without doubt had a bright future.
He loved the job and the people with whom he worked. He was a talented
sportsman but his main love was soccer.
As a schoolboy he was a
member of the highly successful Wakefield Schools’ FA under 11 team in
1995/96, and continued to represent the District through to the final
under 15 age group in 1999/2000. He was a member of Rotherham
United’s Academy side and was voted player of the season for his College 1st
XI and for the Castleford & District FA side in 2002.
He made his full debut for Pontefract Collieries 1st XI in the
Northern Counties East League in April 2002.
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Aaron Lundy
On
Saturday, September 18th 1999 my life changed forever. I received a
phone call to come immediately to Coleraine Hospital. When I arrived
I was met by the doctor who told me that my youngest son Aaron was dead.
Aaron had left home for work at 5am. He returned at 10am and then
went to play a football match. He never came home.
There are no words to describe the shock and sorrow this had on myself, my
wife Ann and our family. We were told the next day by a doctor that
Aaron had a condition called Wolfe Parkinson White Syndrome and that he
had been diagnosed when he was 16 years old by our doctor.
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