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Tom was 30
when he passed away on 15th June 2009.
My phone was
ringing at 5.30am that morning. Panic set in, it had to be bad news. It
was my Dad telling me that my brother had passed away.
Disbelief set
in. He was 30. He had gone to bed on the Sunday night and didn't have
any complaints of feeling unwell, but when my stepdad was trying to wake
him up he was just laying on his bed, fully clothed (as he quite often
would) shoes on also. He had just laid on the bed.
The
phone call was the worst thing. I live 300 miles away so I felt useless.
That day passed in a blur. I went to the family the next morning.
It
was nearly 3 months later that we got any real cause of death, and that
was S.A.D.S. - which to be honest I do not understand and it just felt
like they had to tell us something.
It will be
a year next month and it gets no easier to deal with. I miss him every
day as do my Mum, Dad, stepdad, brothers and sister and all his nieces
and nephews - and not forgetting his hundreds of friends, who on request
from the family, all wore Liverpool (his team) or red at his funeral. It
was a bittersweet moment. |
