Our wonderful son Daniel was tragically taken from us on 6th January 2006. Daniel was just nineteen years old. He was the biggest Liverpool football fan ever – it really was his life. He was loved by everyone who met him. Danny was a quiet and sensible young man with an extremely good sense of humour.
My son was so full of life, he loved it so much. I am not saying he was an angel, as at times he could be a right pain – that’s teenagers for a you. But a mother’s love is unconditional, and I loved Daniel so much. He was my life and I would do anything
Anthony was born on the 16th of August 1986, and died on the 20th of September 2006. As a boy, Anthony was always smiling and was very quiet. He did well at school, never got into any trouble, got on with his work and always did his homework on time. At home you very rarely saw
Where do we start? There’s so much to tell – as his teacher’s used to say! Nathan was born on 1st April 1989 and even as a young baby he managed to attract a lot of attention – a charm which became more evident as he grew up into a young man. He was always full
Our family had a very strong history of seizures. It began with Mom and myself and I passed it on to my children. We had been labelled with epilepsy and with medicine we lived a fairly normal life. Chrissy began having seizures at seven years of age and Jimmy began at eleven or twelve. Jimmy was
Ryan is our only child. We love him dearly. He was our life. Happy-go-lucky, everyone's friend. As one friend said at his funeral 'gave everything, asked for nothing'. That really summed him up. Ryan and Nicola (Ryan's fiancée) had a little boy, Harley, 2 ½ years ago. We were over the moon. Our life was complete.
On October 6th 2005 I got a phone call from my dad. His tone was serious and I immediately knew something was wrong. He spoke to my mum first, who answered the phone. Her face had an expression of utter shock. She silently passed me the phone and I nervously listened as my dad told me
I lost my baby brother Grant Capell on the 20th March 2007. He was only 16 years old! He was out playing with friends, outside my parents' house in Ireland in the evening. He was giving a young girl a piggy back, when he put her down and complained of being tired and then just fell
Let me take you back to the day in question, July 17th 1999. A bright, warm, sunny day. My son Leon was excited as it was his final day at nursery school. He was due to start the ‘BIG’ school in September. When we arrived at the school, Leon had to try on his new school
Neville – or Nev as most of us knew him – was born on 11th March 1970. He was known to be always on the go – always smiling, cracking jokes and would always help people out. He became the very, very proud father of his 3 beautiful children, Alex(17), Olivia(13) and Claudia(6). I (Kirsty) met