The 28th of January is a significant date for us. It’s the date that we welcomed our first child into the world, Carl. A joyous day, yet 25 years later, it’s become the worst day of our lives. Instead of celebrating his birthday, we were sitting beside a bed in critical care, glued to the monitors
From a little sister perspective, Matt was my best friend. He was the first one to teach me many things, including how to sneak an extra hour in bed before school (which involved us getting ready in our uniforms the night before and essentially just rolling out of bed out of the door! This lasted one
On Wednesday March 8th 2017, Danny walked in from work just after 4pm. He was his usual bright and happy self, we had a chat about what our day had been like, before he went down to his room which is a large cabin/annex down the garden. He appeared at the back door some ten minutes
Aaron James Dixon born on the 23rd September 1987. Aaron was a much longed for child and I loved him beyond words the first moment I saw him. Aaron was such a beautiful, happy and contented baby. He grew into a very handsome, cheeky, fun-loving boy . Aaron was loved by everyone he met and he
You are not the same, after losing a significant person in your life, especially if it is your child. In that moment when you hear of it, or are with them when they leave, the person that you were dies with them. You no longer act, react or interact the way you did before. You look
20th September 1996 – 28th April 2013. Conor was a happy, fun loving, intelligent young boy, who never wanted more than he needed; he had his whole life ahead of him and had hoped to be a fireman. On the 26th April 2013 my husband and I dropped Conor to his nan’s were he was to
Chloe, was a lively, bubbly, hardworking and caring 16 year old, with an infectious sense of humour and a smile always on her face. She was patient, kind and thoughtful and always had time to care for and encourage everyone she knew in every aspect of life. Chloe was also a dedicated and talented swimmer at
It was Friday 18th December 1992, our last day at school – Neil aged 17 and in Year 13; Alistair aged 15 and in Year 10; my husband Ian from Sheffield University; and myself, a teacher, but not at the same school as the boys. I’d been so proud that day as I’d taken in some professional
What can possibly prepare you for the total shock of being told – however gently – that your beloved only son had suddenly and unexpectedly ‘passed away’. What! How? When? The thought rushed through my head ‘Can I get there to see him before it is too late!’. Then the dawning impact that the strong, happy,
The phone call……….15th February 2013 from the Metropolitan Police, changed my life forever. I was to be told that my strong, fit, healthy 20-year old-son had been rushed to the Royal Free Hospital in Camden after collapsing at work. My mind was in turmoil at what could have happened but NOTHING could have prepared me for
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