It was Friday 18th December 1992, our last day at school – Neil aged 17 and in Year 13; Alistair aged 15 and in Year 10; my husband Ian from Sheffield University; and myself, a teacher, but not at the same school as the boys. I’d been so proud that day as I’d taken in some professional
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,
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
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
The New Year 2013 started with a lovely New Year’s Eve and a coastal walk of 4 miles the next day, for a pub lunch with friends. Jonathan rang me, from Sweden, later that day to wish me a Happy Birthday and a Happy New Year. A call from Jon was always the icing on the
David Green was born on Sunday March 3rd 1991 at 3.27am. A beautiful baby boy who came into this world with a strong and wilful spirit that prevailed throughout his short life. He loved his sports and played competitive sports from a very young age. His love for hockey and football continued until his last days.
On the 7th February 2013 I received the phone call that all mothers dread…”Donna, Harry has collapsed and you need to get down to the squash club as soon as you can!” Harry was 18 on the 30th of December 2012 and like any dedicated sportsman he delayed the traditional birthday drinks as he had an