Michael was born on the 15th July 1983, at 3.15pm after 13 hours labour!! He was worth every single moment. The moment I saw him, my heart melted. He was perfect in every way, a mass of black hair and little fat face, he was gorgeous. I could not help staring at him and thinking I must be the luckiest person alive. I had a forceps delivery after a hard labour and was stitched inside and out, but I could of danced, I was so very happy. A very much wanted and waited for SON, we named him Michael Patrick, and he weighed 6ibs 13oz.
His dad (Pat) spoilt him rotten, and he soon would not go to sleep unless he was laid on his dad`s shoulder! As he grow older,he became even more delightful, always amazing us with the little things he would say or do. The first time he walked, I missed it. My whole family had gone to the local carnival and then onto the pub garden afterwards, (a yearly adventure) He crawled over to a fence pulled himself up and just walked, I was unfortunately at work.
His first day a school...I was so proud, he looked so sweet in his school uniform, and he was so excited. As he grew up, he joined many clubs, scouts, judo,taikwondo and then football. Football became his life...he won quite a few medels, the proudest was when he won players player and managers player of the same year. He supported Liverpool FC, and had every kit each year for his birthday, then the goalie shirt for Christmas, he wanted to be a goalie, but he was to small!! His idol was bruce Grobblar, then Robbie Fowler and Michael Owen.
When he went to junior school, we had an argument with the head teacher, because the Christmas service was on a Sunday aqnd it clashed with a judo competition. He went to the competition but the head was not pleased. We removed him from the school, because the teacher sent him to the baby class, saying if he didn`t attend the Christmas service and did what his mummy told him, then they would treat him like a baby!!.We sent him to a new school, but this really knocked his confidence, from then on he hated school.
When he went to senior school, the ages changed, and he was one of the firast to go to senior school at the age of eleven instead of twelve. I was worried for him, he was not ready for senior school and by this time he was falling behind with his school work. We tried to get him special needs, but he was boarder line. by the time the school agreed, Michael was at the age where he refused because he thought his mates would take the mickey out of him!!
I knew he would not leave school with good grades and worried about him finding a job, but he was happy and had loads of mates. When he did leave school, first he went temping, then got an apprentership at "Jewsons" building firm. He was a changed person, he was so happy and excited about all the courses he was going on, they were even going to put him in for driving lessons so he could drive the works van. By this time he had taken his motorbike test and we bought him a moped for his 16th birthday, so he could get to work. He had a girlfriend Haley, and his bestmate darren, who he would go to the club and play pool or snooker. He took after his dad, with pool and snooker, and always loved to win!! He was his dad in many ways, in looks, personality, and charm, he could get away with anything. He only had to give that cheeky smile, his brown eyes would just light up, there was just noway you could say no to him.
After about two months working at Jewsons, the blokes decided to play a joke on him. They tied him to a chair and placed him outside with a sign on him saying "I`m a cheeky git" He took it all in good spirit, and the guys said they enjoyed him working there and he would go far. He was also into wearing designer gear, gelled hair, that always had to be just right!! and he loved the girls.
After four months working, one particular night he was late leacving work, due to stock take, he decided to get some petrol for his bike, so went to the garage first, before coming home. He was driving down a duel carriageway in the right hand lane, when a man in a white van pulled across a junction without waiting.....Michael went straight over his bonnet, hit the windscreen and landed in the road, his helmet came off with the force, he landed on his head......In the meantime... I was at home, waiting for him, frantically, knowingf something had happened. I don`t know how, I just did!! I phone his mobile, no answer, phoned his girlfrien, his mates, no joy. I phoned my parents, crying, saying Mike had not come home, they told me not to be silly, he was most likely caught in traffic. I tried to phone the hospital, but couldn`t find the number, due to my tears, I phone my sister, who worked at the hospital and she said she would phone them and find out for me.
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