Alex was a very active child when growing up. He was always running around and taking part in football tournaments at our local adventure playground. On the 21st February 2004 Alex got his open water Padi diving licence, he was 10 years old. On the 26th June 2005 he got his karate black belt, Alex was
For those who knew Alex, he certainly was a character, he had met the love of his life Becky, he was a fantastic son, a ‘big’ little brother and was soon to become an uncle. Alex was the life and soul of every party and could make a room full of strangers his best friends even
Sunday 15th November 2015, a day I was really looking forward to. I’d been telling my colleagues just two days before all about the converted prison hotel in Oxford that my boyfriend Neil and I were due to stay in before travelling to Watford to the Harry Potter Studios Tour for my birthday the following day.
You are not the same, after losing a significant person in your life, especially if it is your child. In that moment when you hear of it, or are with them when they leave, the person that you were dies with them. You no longer act, react or interact the way you did before. You look
Alan tragically passed away on 3rd April 2016 (his birthday) whilst running the Wilmslow Half Marathon. Alan was born in Warrington, grew up in Darlington and thereafter moved to Manchester. He went to Barnard Castle School and later studied Law at the University of Manchester and BPP Law School. Alan was a talented solicitor working for
I would like to share with you a story about my little brother Joseph Leyland. Joe had turned 16 early in August 2016, and had just received his GCSE results (which he passed with flying colours). He enjoyed various activities such as: swimming and running, (but due to his increased symptoms of breathlessness, chest pain and
4th March 2013 was the day my life changed. My boyfriend of 6 years died: suddenly, far too young and without any warning. His heart stopped in his sleep. The cause of death for my healthy 29 year old man was heart failure. My entire world collapsed. The grief was all consuming, deep, dull and agonising
20th September 1996 – 28th April 2013. Conor was a happy, fun loving, intelligent young boy, who never wanted more than he needed; he had his whole life ahead of him and had hoped to be a fireman. On the 26th April 2013 my husband and I dropped Conor to his nan’s were he was to
Chloe, was a lively, bubbly, hardworking and caring 16 year old, with an infectious sense of humour and a smile always on her face. She was patient, kind and thoughtful and always had time to care for and encourage everyone she knew in every aspect of life. Chloe was also a dedicated and talented swimmer at
My sister Ciara was full of life. She was two years younger than me. Growing up we had the usual fall outs sisters have but as we reached our teenage years we became more than sisters, she was my best friend. You would never see one of us without seeing the other one which people still