Matthew Fulham died aged 17 Years and 364 Days
Our son was murdered the day
before his 18th Birthday whilst on holiday in Egypt. He was killed by a suicide car bomber who crashed a pickup truck with 600lbs of explosives into the hotel foyer on 23rd July 2005. The car didn't blow up straight away, he waited until Matthew and his friends came running towards him to see if they could help (thinking it was a road traffic accident) when they got within 30 feet of the pickup the driver blew himself, Matthew and three friends that had been with him up. Matthew was a talented musician and played in various bands in Leicestershire.




James died aged 12

A girl aged 10 knocked at my door and said your brothers bad he`s been hit by a car.

She said he was bleeding but still breathing and I was heart broken and my body became hollow. I stayed at home with my very young sisters and supported them.

We were told at 6pm that he had opened his eyes and this made us all smile cos we thought he was alright. I went to bed at 9 0`clock and suprisingly slept through that.

 I thought there might be hope that he to would join me at home.


 I woke up at 3 15am and went into the kitchen to meet my mum. I asked how James was and thats when she said the words that I dread.

 "We lost him".

I went to sleep and woke then next morning smiling cos I thought it was a dream.

 I still keep hold that it is a dream and that one day he will walk through the front door and says his famous words"chips, beans and bangers.


Written by Vicky

BRENDA`S STORY

The doctors and coroner called David's death a 'freak' accident...a one in a million chance. It was such a shock. He fell out of a tree while climbing it. His arm was obviously broken so we went to the hospital emergency room. They said that he needed surgery to repair the break so it would heal properly. I know that there are risks involved anytime you have surgery, but I was not prepared for them to walk out of surgery and tell me my son was dead. I had so much going on at the time..my husband divorced me within two months of our marriage..he was 11yrs younger than I, I had four children and he had one, our pregnancy was quite welcome..Shane was estastic..then we found out we were having triplets. We drove 2 1/2hrs to see a specialist who painted this dismal picture of survival and urged us to consider selective reduction ( to improve our chances of bringing home two healthy babies ). Shane asked questions and listened attentively, but did not speak or touch me the entire way home. When we got home, I got out of the car and as I was going into the house..he left. I heard from him 2wks later, when he told me he needed out of our marriage that he just couldn't do it. Our two sons lived for two and four hrs..Ashley was tiny..1lb, 2oz..she had been hidden behind her brothers and was never seen on ultrasound..just an arm or leg. She had many of the problems that befall preemies and over time, her condition deteriorated. Brain hemorrages destroyed most of her brain. The frequent seizures and arrests damaged her heart. Her father fought for her..he stayed by her side and learned to care for her. I wanted her suffering to be over..I feared for her quality of life. The more we disagreed on her care, the more it became a huge issue with the doctors. So Shane shocked me by taking me to court and winning full custody of our daughter. My relationship with her was severely limited and sometimes, I don't feel like I have a right to 'claim' her as my child. When she died, she had never walked, crawled, only sat when assisted. She never spoke or even responded to words. The doctors think she did not understand speech. It was a terrible time in my life..suppressing my feelings were the only way to get through it. I am very thankful to be able to share my feelings with others and to be able to honor and remember my children by having their names placed in this memorial book.