My name is Murdo Macleod and I live in the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides, Scotland. Andrew Macleod, my son, was born in April 1990 and became the focus and purpose of the lives of my wife, Dolina and I. We were not blessed with any other children, but we considered ourselves fortunate to
David died on 30th December 2011. He was 23. For two days before, we had been together as a family playing Pictionary in the lounge and enjoying being together. We have the usual photos and mobile phone footage of people being silly and enjoying themselves. Actually, these are so helpful now to look back on with
Our wonderful son and angel Kyle went to sleep on the 16th of October 2011 and never woke up again, aged 18, exactly 6 months after his 18th Birthday. Kyle was born on the 17th of April 1993. We live in the village of Bradwell in the Hope Valley, in the Peak District National Park, Derbyshire.
In June 2010 my wife Ita and myself celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with a long weekend in the beautiful City of Rome. While there we reflected on how sweet our life was and how fortunate we were to have three lovely children in Claire (19), Owen (16) and Sarah (15). However in the weekend following
My name is Ian Broughton and I live in a small town called Beith in Ayrshire. I’m married to Irene, have three children, Siobhan, Scott and Steffani and a granddaughter called Taylor. CRY came into our lives following the death of our 17 year old daughter Steffani. She died in her sleep on the 2nd September
Whenever I think back to Friday 20th June 2003 – which is still most days – I remember the clear blue sky and warm sunshine, and recall thinking “how could such a tragedy strike in a moment on such a lovely summer’s day?” Laura was 21 years and 6 months old. The detail seems important. She
31st January 1985 – 17th September 2005 Jonathan was coming to the end of his first year as a trainee surveyor at the commercial property consultants King Sturge in Leeds, and without doubt had a bright future. He loved the job and the people with whom he worked. He was a talented sportsman but his main
On Saturday, September 18th 1999 my life changed forever. I received a phone call to come immediately to Coleraine Hospital. When I arrived I was met by the doctor who told me that my youngest son Aaron was dead. Aaron had left home for work at 5am. He returned at 10am and then went to play
7.50pm on the 14th June 2009, our lives changed forever. It started as a normal Sunday. Craig, (known as “Kingy”) had rung in the morning to speak with Natalie, his 4 year old niece, which was a normal occurrence as Craig always made sure he spoke or saw her every day. He arranged that he would
On the 31st August 2011 my friend, Tom Wall, collapsed whilst playing football with mates. He suffered from Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Cardiomyopathy (ARVC) and although everything possible was done by those with him and paramedics, he sadly passed away. The day before he had returned from a camping trip in Cornwall with friends and family and