David Green was born on Sunday March 3rd 1991 at 3.27am. A beautiful baby boy who came into this world with a strong and wilful spirit that prevailed throughout his short life. He loved his sports and played competitive sports from a very young age. His love for hockey and football continued until his last days.
On the 7th February 2013 I received the phone call that all mothers dread…”Donna, Harry has collapsed and you need to get down to the squash club as soon as you can!” Harry was 18 on the 30th of December 2012 and like any dedicated sportsman he delayed the traditional birthday drinks as he had an
Where to begin? I had my first baby at 18, he was 9lb 8oz and took 44 hours to arrive! He was my angel – such a good baby and so so clever. His first Christmas and at 10 months old he was already walking and chatting away at his favourite programme, ‘Sesame Street’. It seems
On January 9th 2007, my son Chris Doyle, after having played a game of soccer, went home and complained of not feeling well. His mum sat up with him and Chris insisted on going to bed and told everyone he would be OK. His mum went to wake him for school (Galashiels Academy) but found him
Until the 26th July 2007 as a family we had a lovely life. On the 27th July 2007 it came to an end. Our lovely, fit and healthy son died. It would have been about 5.30am in bed with our daughter-in-law at his side. Peter Jnr was 37. The destruction and devastation this caused I often
Jonathan and I met back in 1997 and I knew I had found my perfect partner. We married the following year and had several wonderful years before we decided to have a family of our own. In 2002 I gave birth to our beautiful son Thomas. We had so many plans and dreams for our future,
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
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
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
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