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Stories written by grandparents
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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Hannah Taylor
Maureen wanted something said
for our granddaughter Hannah and, difficult though it is for me at this
time, I know that I want to be the mouthpiece of both of our thoughts.
Where to begin
but at the beginning.
It seems as though Hannah has fought against
the odds all of her life. When she was born - a mere scrap at little
over 4lbs - she was all legs and feet (in fact when her uncle Clive
first saw her at the hospital he called her ‘Skippy’).
Looking back she was like a leggy foal who
turned into a beautiful thoroughbred. An apt description of her
considering her lifelong passion for horses.
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Kyle Thompson
My darling grandson, Kyle, died suddenly and
unexpectedly on the 15th April 2008 just four days before his 14th
birthday on the 19th April 2008. Kyle collapsed while playing out in a
children’s park just in front of his mother’s home (on a very steep hill
near Sowerby Bridge, Halifax).
Kyle’s mother, my only child Sarah, and Kyle, my only
grandchild, had just been living back together for one year. Due to
unforeseen circumstances Kyle had been living with my partner Julian and
I from being 6 years old up until the age of 12 when he returned to live
with his mother.
My daughter and her partner rang us on Tuesday 15th
April to say they were in an ambulance on the way to the hospital and
that Kyle had collapsed earlier in the park.
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Matthew Bailey
It was a Monday towards the end of September 2004,
our W.I. evening. We had a speaker coming who used to live locally, but
who had moved to Edinburgh and was coming all the way down to be with
us. Consequently, we were making it a “special evening”, and I was busy
preparing my share of the food. The telephone rang. “May I borrow
your car, please?”
“Well, yes, Paul, if your
need is greater than mine.”
It
transpired that Paul, my son-in-law and a farmer, had taken a call on
his mobile from Woodruffe School, to say that Matthew, his eldest son,
had had an accident and had been airlifted to the Devon and Exeter
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