It was the day after my 28th birthday, 26th August 2008. Everything was going well. I loved my new job and my brother was enjoying the first day of his annual leave. After a very busy day at work I was rushing to get home to my second job but was confused when my Aunt Margaret
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,
Madeleine died in December 2000 when I was 38. She was 2 and had been suffering from flu-like symptoms for several days. Jane, my wife, had taken her to the doctors a few times, only to be told she was being a neurotic mother. Madeleine hadn’t been feeling well all day and was very quiet. She
My name is Hannah and I am 19. This is my story about the love of my life, Ricky Jones, who died aged 31 years. Me, my boyfriend Ricky and son Theo had been waiting for the 5th of May to come around, as that was the day we were heading to Butlins in Minehead for
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
Stuart (aged 25) collapsed and died on the afternoon of Saturday 21st September 2013 while playing football for the second’s team at Islandmagee Football Club. Up to that point he had been perfectly well and to the best of our knowledge had no symptoms or anything wrong with him that we would have been concerned about.
October 15th to October 18th 2013 – the most traumatic days. On October 15th, my 23 year old son Hari had a sudden cardiac arrest due to a relapse of TB Meningitis. I was at the hospital with my husband and within 10 minutes Hari was shifted to the ICU to revive his heart. After 6
Ian was fit and healthy. Friends joked he was the only person who cycled to work going 30 miles in the wrong direction! He had moved from Thomson Reuters in Nottingham to Sage in Manchester to be nearer to his sister Gen and girlfriend a few weeks before. He let the house he had lovingly gutted
10th December 2012 – a day that will stay with me and my family forever… 16 years earlier I had been blessed at 35 with a lovely son, brother to Louise and Leanne, aged 15 and 13. A bit of a surprise, but he brought so much joy to our lives. On the Sunday we all
My bright loving son died at the age of just 18. He came home from university for Christmas, full of life and excitement at seeing his friends again and telling us how much he was enjoying Southampton studying geophysics. On the morning of 2nd January 1982 I sat on his bed, asking him what he would