On
13th January 2011, our lives were changed forever.
My lovely son Alex passed away. Alex was 3 weeks off
his nineteenth birthday.
He
was a typical teenage lad, liked nights out with his
friends and spent a lot of time with his girlfriend
of almost 3 years, Jodie.
He had been to work that day and the
gym before meeting up with Jodie and they spent the
night at our house - which was very unusual as Jodie
didn’t normally stop on a work night. They went to
bed after watching TV.
I was on a sleep-in at work. I got a
phone call at 2.40am from Jodie. I could hear Alex
in the background and it sounded like he was
violently retching - this turned out to be a fit.
After a few words with Jodie I asked her to phone
999 and with instructions from the operator
she attempted CPR.
I got cover at work and got home as
quickly as I could. There was an ambulance outside
with Alex in it and 2 or 3 policemen in our house.
One of my other sons, Antony, turned up at the house
and Jodie and myself went to the hospital.
On the way there I just knew he had
died but kept telling myself not to be stupid, he
was a fit, healthy young man. Not long after,
although it seemed an eternity, the nurse and doctor
came to tell us they had not been able to revive
him.
