25 Years After Warrington, A Letter To My Son

Rest easy Tim and be assured that you have touched the lives of many people... most of whom you never met
Colin Parry

To my boy Tim,

Today, it is 25 long years since you were fatally injured by a bomb in Bridge Street.

It is 25 long years since the very last time I gazed upon your smiling face. It is 25 long years since I last heard you speak. It is 25 long years since I last held you. It has been 25 long years of the pain of missing you. It has been 25 long years, which is more than double the time we had you with us.

Each of us - me, your Mum, your brother Dom, your sister Abbi, your cousins, uncles, aunts and your dearest friends - all miss you and never ever forget how huge a part of our lives you were… and, be assured, always will be.

But memories of when you were with us, precious as they are, will always be shrouded in deep sadness that you had these 25 years stolen from you, and you have missed so much.

You have not shared the joy of the birth of your three nieces and your one nephew. You will never ever hear them call you Uncle Tim, but they do, and they do so often.

They walk in the path that you walked. They have all attended the same schools as you did. They often hear you named in their school, whether as a mark of respect, or because of a special anniversary and, of course, the high school established a memorial garden in your name.

You were the first name in the wall which marks the garden, though sadly more children than I would have ever expected have joined you in that wall with you at its centre.

Two years after we lost you, your Mum and I set up a wonderful charity which is named after you and three-year-old Johnathan Ball who died on that awful day.

Seven years after we lost you, we opened a unique building named after you and Johnathan. It is a Peace Centre. No, it is THE Peace Centre. It is the only Peace Centre in this country and, so far as we know, it is the ONLY Peace Centre anywhere in the whole world, and it is your Peace Centre, Tim. It is a living memorial to you, Tim, and to Johnathan.

Many good people supported us after we lost you Tim, and they gave us the strength to set up our charity in your name.

Many good people help us today and every day, to keep your charity and your Peace Centre going.

Many thousands of people have been helped by your charity Tim. Their lives have been made better and safer thanks to you, and we do it all done in your name.

Your school photograph smiles down on everyone who sets foot in the Peace Centre or takes part in our peace work because your face is on everything we produce in print and on our website.

So, who and what you would have become Tim on this day, at the age of 37 years and 200 days?

Would you be a husband or partner to someone you loved to share your life with? I think so.

Would you be a father to one, or more children? I think so.

Would you be highly educated, with a career in which you excelled? I think so.

Would you still have the passion you had as a 12-year-old boy, for sport? I think so.

Would you have brought up your son or sons or daughters to have the passion you shared with Dom, with me, with your Grandad Eric, for Everton Football Club, and would you smile to know that Everton made a trophy, the ‘Tim Parry Trophy’, which Dom and I present every year at Goodison Park to the best player in the Everton Cup Final? I know so!

So you see, Tim, that your life and memory is a beacon to so many others.

Your name is immortalised by your Peace Foundation and your Peace Centre.

You live on in so many ways.

Of course, whatever may have followed after we lost you, you would have lived on through your close family, but now, you have a family of millions. Your name is a symbol for peace just as I said that I hoped it would be, when I spoke at your funeral.

Since we lost you, your grandparents have followed on. Grandad Eric went first and was followed by your Nanna Betty and Grandad John. They lie with you overlooking Warrington and when we visit where you lie, we remember you all, including the one grandparent you never met - my mother and your Nanna, Lucy. I hope you have met her in heaven with Eric, Betty and John.

Rest easy Tim and be assured that you have touched the lives of many people…most of whom you never met, but they have met you and they thank you for what you have given them.

It is 25 long years since I last saw you, heard you and held you my son, but you are never far. You will be with us all until the time comes for us to join you and see you, hear you and hold you once again.

With eternal love,

Your Dad, who is proud that you are his son x


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