I’ve been raging for the last few hours, after reading research evidence about epilepsy and drownings, and reviewing some of the paperwork relating to the last few months. It’s time to refocus on LB and the good stuff. We asked people to jot down memories of him at the ‘after’ do. Here are some highlights;
On Rosie’s 14th birthday; LB swearing under his breath.
LB’s dad: “LB, stop swearing!”
A few seconds of silence pass.
LB continuing under his breath “Wanker”.
I remember Friday nights, pouring with rain (always) and LB going to youth club with ‘those disableds’. Never fails to make me laugh out loud. Even now. So privileged to have been a very small part of a very special dude’s life.
LB. What a fanatastic dude. Not many are able to bring light and laughter to every situation, but LB succeeded on a daily basis. The brilliant stories from LB’s coaches to drum and base are endless, and we will never forget the guy. Sleep well, LB.
On a family holiday in France. LB jumped into the deep end of the pool. I said to Sara “I didn’t know LB could swim.” “He can’t”, she replied.
My beautiful, beautiful LB. You came into school and said “L, I got arrested last night!” I said “Oh no, LB, what on earth have you done?” “I got caught behind the back of the youth club smoking marijuana.” “Oh dear, LB”. I love you. x
LB said the nicest thing any child has ever said to me because it was so spontaneous. The conversation went like this: “LB will you pick up those beanbags.” LB moaned and refused. I was irritable and hot (not that I usually was). “LB, I am the teacher in charge whether you like it or not”. A long pause. “I like it.”
We had a new dinner system at school. Wristbands for meat or veg (no menus). I said to LB “do you want meat or veg option for lunch?” “What will I eat?”, asked LB. “I don’t know. There is no menu.Just a band.” “This is bollocks, isn’t it really?” I couldn’t agree more.
“Newmarket is famous for horses and cucumbers”.
Oh LB, you were such a special person to me, my friend and above all, my garage mate. And do you know what, I will never be able to put that bloody Nissan engine back together. I have so many memories of you. Love you loads.
“Who do you like best LB, Stan or Bess?” “Stan”. “Stan or Richard?” “Stan”. “Stan or John?” “John”. At least that’s how John remembers it. LB will always be at the top of our list. I feel so lucky to have known him. xx
So privileged to have known such a lovely young man. I knew LB when he would always go and do the litter picking at school. He was so responsible and would come back at the specified time agreed. He taught me how responsible these secondary school children could be, with gentle nurturing and direction from the staff. He would also always be checking at the classroom door when we were tube-feeding pupils. He had his beady eye on us. Fond memories. Rest easy LB, you were great.
Fond memories of LB. We hope the buses where you are, are running on time. xxx
He is one handsome dude……..
For the love of LB – go get them – we are all here – shoulder to shoulder with you.
I used to work with LB a few years ago at school. I am so saddened to hear of what has happened. Many times LB would have us all in stitches with his amazing humour. I wanted to share my two best LB moments:
1) Whilst on a school camping trip, on an afternoon spent chilling at the campsite, LB wanders past:
Me: Hey LB, what you been up to?
LB: ‘ Drugs’.
2) On another school trip to an outdoor pursuit centre, we were all sat on the minibus early in the morning, moaning how tired we all were. LB sat at the back being really cool, pipes up in a silent moment: ‘ I don’t think I’ve been this tired since the last time I went bed’.
I could probably go on with many more! X
Thanks for these memories, Rachel. xxx
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