Mark was 25 when he died on the 18th November 2002. At the time I (his brother Matthew) was working away and received a call from my mother just after 6.30 to say he had died. For me it was the most surreal phone call I have ever received and I hurriedly got to Euston station
My name is Ellie Brogan, I am 15 years old and suffer from Wolfe Parkinson White syndrome (WPW). I really want to raise money for your charity and thought I would start by telling you my story and the reason why I want to raise money. When I was 7 years old I was experiencing heart
On May 16 last year, eight-year-old Charlie Morettes collapsed and died from sudden cardiac death while playing rounders at his school in Sutton-at-Hone. One year on from the tragedy, his mother and stepfather pay tribute to him. Nothing prepares you for the loss of your child. On May 16 last year, Charlie bounced out of the door and
Think back to the quick goodbye hug you and your loved one had this morning. Now imagine it was your last. That’s the image James Brown, 31, plays over in his mind every day. The date was the 2nd of July last year and it was a beautiful sunny day. My wife Katrina and I were
Twins Levon and Aron were identical, yet different in so many ways. Here Aran Morland, 22, explains… Dear Levon, Poor Mum was in for a hard time. Gritting her teeth, she pushed once again. With a final heave, the baby popped out. “It’s a boy,” said the midwife. But it wasn’t over yet. Ten minutes later
The most vivid memory I have of my fiancé Ian is of our first date together six years ago. He whisked me off to Stratford for the August Bank Holiday and, as we walked through the park, the sun beating down on us, I felt great. Holding Ian’s hand felt natural but exciting and I knew
Sarah died at the age of 29 years on the 18th of August 2000, of an undetected heart condition called Arrhythmogenic Cardiomyopathy. To see her you'd have never thought there'd be anything wrong with her. She was so fit and active and went to keep fit at the gym and also did yoga. She loved life,
Monday 11 July 2005 was the worst day of my life. As I stood in the flat I thought this wasn’t happening to me, it must be a dream. As I waited in the hospital I remember thinking everything will be ok. Then I watched as the doctor approached me and I knew by the expression
My 17-year-old son Stephen Peter Ruggier was a fit, healthy lad who was looking forward to becoming 18 – which was only twenty days away when he died. He died on 4th October 2004, and was going to celebrate his 18th birthday on the 24th October. He was always happy and full of life. He was
The 29th June 2004 is a day that I will never forget!! The previous day I had left my fiancée to go home to my parents for the night – this was nothing unusual as we were waiting to move into a new home together. It was about 10pm when I got a text message from