Our Story
 ​​​On Friday the 3rd of February 2017, two policemen knocked on our door at around midnight. They told us that Lewis, our 16 year old son, had been involved in a road collision and had died. 
After confirming that the body was his, we asked ‘what now?’ And were handed a bunch of leaflets by the nurse and told that Child Bereavement would be in touch on Monday, as they don’t work weekends. 
From that point on, our entire family was left shattered into painful pieces and we had no idea what to do.

What were we supposed to do next?
What do you do when a child dies suddenly?
How do you even begin to start to think about your child’s funeral? 

These are just some of questions and thoughts that ran through our minds. 
Months after Lewis’s death, family members were still on the waiting list for Counselling. 
We were left to face the Coroner’s inquest, anniversaries and so much more, without the support and guidance that we desperately needed.
Mental illness now plays a big part of our family as we struggle to come to terms with the true damage that the loss of Lewis has caused. 
When Lewis died, it felt like all the pieces of a jigsaw had been thrown up into the air. It felt like no pictures could ever be made again. 
Over time, gradually, a few of the pieces have started to join together. And now, to the outside world, our jigsaw might look ok. It might look complete. But really, there’s a piece missing. A massive piece. There will always be that piece missing now that Lewis is gone. 
    
 So, as a family, we set up this charity, in order to try and help those that tragically find themselves in a similar position to us. 
We want to fundraise for creating memory boxes, for a ‘piggy bank’ of funds for instant Counselling courses, for a 24/7 phone and text helpline, and eventually for education programmes about grief and emotions to be taken to schools. 

    
Lewis, age 16.
Only a couple of hours before his death.

Please help to support local families who find themselves asking ‘what now’ after being told that a loved one is never coming home