Matthew Bailey
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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
General Hospital.
At the
time, Paul was driving a cattle truck (with two calves in the back) and
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Paul had my car,
but I was too shaken to attend the meeting. Matthew had been playing rugby for
his school, a game he thoroughly enjoyed, against a team from Colyton Grammar
School. He was tackled, perfectly normally, and went down, not just winded but
he had a cardiac arrest. He was aged just 14.
Grandparents are not supposed to have “favourites”,
but Matthew was very special to me as I had looked after him one afternoon each
week from
about the age of eighteen months to the time he went to Primary School. As he
grew older, this “bonding” had endured.
 He
was a very happy boy, very kind and helpful. He was devoted to his family
and the farm. He knew just what he was going to do once he had passed his
school examinations: he would gain outside experience, attend agricultural
college before joining his family on the farm.
I felt so alone – my husband had
died almost 20 years previously – (before the arrival of any of the
grandchildren – a matter of great regret to him), so he was not there to share
my grief.
The following days and weeks I
felt stunned as well as alone, even though I had my three girls at hand – they
felt the same.
Matthew’s tragic death shocked
the village, and almost all turned out for the funeral in the village church.
The coffin was on a farm trailer, drawn by a tractor driven by Paul’s cousin.
The village square was crowded
and through-traffic halted. The congregation overflowed from the church into
the churchyard.
There was a guard of honour
consisting of Matthew’s rugby team mates through the churchyard; the Headmaster
of Woodruffe attended with the Chairmen of the Board of Governors of both
Woodruffe School and Colyton Grammar, and the P.E. teachers of both schools.
During the Service, addresses
were given by Matthew’s Form teacher, representatives of Marshwood Young
Farmers’ Club and several other organisations whose membership Matthew had
enjoyed. Some 400 mourners paid tribute to my wonderful grandson that day
The Universal Dictionary’s
definition of an ‘automaton’ is “a human being who acts mechanically”; that
summed me up very well for the weeks after 20th September, 2004.
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