Three years ago my life changed dramatically through the death of my son, who was shot in Hulme, Manchester.
Dorrie was a vibrant lad with a caring heart and an undying loyalty to his friends. In fact, his death really opened my eyes to how much he was loved by the people around him. A comment of one of his friends may say it all: 'He cared more for me than my dad ever did.'
Till the fatal shooting, my life - work, church, family - was ticking over nicely. I raised six beautiful kids who were doing well in university, sport and other careers. When Dorrie was growing up, he was a much-appreciated pupil at school, with good reports that commented especially on his character and helpful attitude towards the younger kids. Yet in the third year of college a change occurred. Life became serious.
