All about Jack

When we got home, we just lied on the sofa's just staring into space as it didn't feel like home anymore....it was too quiet. Jack had to have an autopsy to find out why he died which took nearly three weeks which was a long time because I just wanted to organise his funeral. we were finally allowed to have his funeral and I'll never forget seeing his little white coffin with flowers that make up his name.

At the church service I wanted to read the poems that I have put on this website but I felt I couldn't do it justice so Dad and Jenny (Beth's mum) had to read them out. I just stared at Jack's coffin. We buried him at the cemetery in Cullompton. We just hoped Beth didn't go into labour as she was eight months pregnant with our daughter Lauren.

As time went by I managed to come to terms with Jack's death and can't honestly say that I haven't got over it...just learnt to live with it. We now have Lauren to look after and she knows who Jack is. we make sure she knows that she has a big brother who loves her too.

Adam (Jack's daddy)

Jack laughing as usualThey say time heals all wounds but believe me it doesn't, it may dull the pain but it is always there every day with the thoughts you have, but the love we feel keeps us going day by day.

In the short but wonderful time that Jack was with us, he gave so much but asked for nothing in return and I have so many fond and wonderful memories of him, and they are like rays of warm sunshine that brighten a dark day of which there are so many even now.

Jack and I, we had so many special times together, fun times and yes, sad times but when Jack smiled at me the sadness went away, at least for a while, until the darkness of night came and thoughts turned to bad dreams. But daylight always drove them away as it always did.

After work was always a special time for Jack and I, as it was always a case of arriving home from work, dropping the work bag and coat and going over to pick Jack up and give him his regular cuddle which both of us had come to expect. My wife, Marg always said, "He wont go to sleep you know. He has struggled to stay awake until you got home" and so it would be. If Jack was really tired, then we would sit in our favourite rocking chair, me with my left leg crossed over my right and Jack would snuggle down and in minutes be fast asleep, and I have to say so was my left leg but that didn't matter as long as Jack was happy and content.

On numerous other occasions we would go out for our regular walk together and it had to be really raining to stop us. We had a special route that took us into the centre of town where we would sit on a bench and watch the world go by. So many people would pass by looking sad, and as if they had the worlds troubles on their shoulders. Being a friendly kind of man I would say "Hello", they would look and I could sense the recoil in their thinking as they saw this man with a little boy in a wheelchair. I used to say, "Don't worry, this is Jack. Say hello." they started to talk, and knowing Jack I just waited. He would look at me then at them and a huge grin would spread across his face and he worked his magical smile over again. Those people left their troubles behind as they left us to go on their way and after they had passed I used to lean over to Jack and say "Well done Jack. You did a good job there".