My son, aged 26 years, died on 15th January 2006, (born on November 22nd 1980), of Sudden Adult Death Syndrome, which we had never heard of before we lost Matthew. Matthew was our youngest child. He had never been ill, and had shown no signs of feeling unwell. On the morning of January 15th, around lunchtime,
My husband died on the 28 June 2007. He was a healthy, fit 29 year old man. He had been training all year for the London to Brighton bike ride. He had been cycling 30 miles every weekend and there had never been a problem. He left my house on the Saturday night before the bike
Christopher was 19 years old, my stepson and Karen’s only child. He had just found his first love and had everything to live for. On Friday 8th June 2007 he was having a kick-about in Kings Park, Swanage with a couple of mates. He stopped, looked over to Aimee his girlfriend, smiled and waved, and as
Marcus was 28 years old when he died. Two days previously he was at home when he felt ill. He was short of breath, sweating and had chest pains – the symptoms were identical to when he was rushed to hospital a few years earlier. Back then it was diagnosed as a panic attack after lots
Simon was my oldest son, born on 6th October 1977. He was fit and healthy, a normal 29 year old who didn’t drink or smoke. On Friday 8th June 2007 I came home from doing some shopping to find Simon sitting at the computer. On my arrival he came into the kitchen and we had a
Thursday 19th April 2007 will be a day that we as a family will remember forever. April 19th every year is special anyway as it is my wife’s birthday. Our daughter Sarah (age 20), who worked in a care home, was on late shift that day and as a result we had celebrated my wife’s birthday
Maxwell George French died at 21.18 on 25th June 2007. He was 24. It had just been a normal Monday evening. My tea was ready on the table when I got back from work and we sat down to discuss our days. Max then got into his sports kit ready to play football with some friends
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
Christmas day 2006 began much as any other day, with the familiar routine of dog walking and a hurried, rather cursory tidying up. I recall stuffing the Telegraph colour supplement under the chaise, thinking that the cover feature on the effects of melting ice caps on Polar bears had to be read, but was too sad
When Gareth’s heart stopped on February 25th this year it broke all our hearts. Gareth was 21 years old, a graduate in International Politics and Law with his whole life ahead of him. He had recently moved into a house with three of his oldest friends and they were busy finding jobs and playing together in