Strange the way things happen, isn't it?I hardly ever post on here these days, don't think I've stepped into this boozer for about 5 months, not since I was moaning about our house purchase. Yet tonight, as I lie here unable to sleep, I stumble across this thread for the first time and I read it. I'm not sure what I was expecting to find, but Barney's post on the first page knocked me for six. On the 19th of March this year I found out I was going to be a dad for the first time. I was scared, but so excited. On the 28th of May I found out I was going to have a baby boy. We bought him clothes and toys, I built his cot and his changing table. Everything was ready for him, apart from us. On the 9th July, at 9pm, our son was born 22 weeks and 1 day in to his life. I was the first person to hold him, after I'd told the doctors that they could stop their failing attempts to keep his airways open. He died 4 hours later in his mum's arms.His funeral was on the 23rd of July. The only song played was You'll Never Walk Alone. Never have those words meant more to me than they did as I carried my son's coffin to the front of the crematorium. I'd often fantasised about the first time my son and I would hear that song together. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it would have been in those circumstances.I haven't spoken of this to anyone outside of close friends, family and colleagues. It feels so strange to be writing it down. But I guess whatever brought me here on this night intended for me to share it.I hope the pain has started to ease for your friend, Barney. I hope one day it does for us too. Rest in peace, Oliver Philip Smith. YNWA.
If he's being asked to head the ball too frequently - which isn't exactly his specialty - it could affect his ear and cause an infection. Especially if the ball hits him on the ear directly.
As I've said before, the Full English is just the base upon which the Scots/Welsh/NI have improved upon. Sorry but the Full English is the worst of the British breakfasts.
Thanks for all of the well wishes everyone, it means a lot. We went to collect Oliver's ashes today so he's now at home with us where he was meant to be.
I watched a YouTube video and decided that Paul Konchesky looked like a player.
A dead animal is a dead animal. And a piece of meat is a piece of meat.
Crosby Nick never fails.
Not sure where to post this but some very sad news today. Terry, who posted on here for many years as Cochise has sadly passed away. He hasn’t posted on RAWK for a while but was still active on Twitter as @tzrryhttps://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?action=profile;u=30468He had caught Covid recently and his wife said he sadly passed away on Saturday. RIP Terry. YNWA
I remember Cochise from his posting days, RIP Terry.
IT'S TURNING LEFT!
Yes me too. He was a cool poster and seemed like a top guySad newsRIP
It's five years since our kid passed . Fuckin ell . I'll never forget the support I got from here when I was in France trying to get home and after that. Thanks.RIP my big brother Alan Dicko. May God bless you wherever you are.
The council were in our street today cleaning the drains and I thought immediately of Gullysucker.
Happy 52nd Alan ♡