I Let him Go - Denise Bulger
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire)Transcript
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Belinda audio and blink publishing present this unabridged recording of I let him go, written by Denise Fergus and read by Sean Paul Hill Thomas. When I gave birth to my baby boy, I was full of hopes and dreams for him. But the one thing I didn't ever imagine was burying my son's tiny body after his murder. No parent wants to outlive their child or say good-bye. It's impossible to imagine. But my final hours and minutes with my beautiful James will be etched on my mind until my dying day getting my purse out to buy two pork chops for tea was the last thing I did before my world imploded forever. I went into that butcher's holding my little boy's hand making one final stop before heading home and I left without James's hand in mine. That was how our last moments together went. No long goodbye. No last cuddles and snuggles with the baby meant more to me than life itself. Just me letting go of James's hand for a split second. Rummaging around in my purse for the right change. My two year old son being led away to his death by the 10 year old boys who murdered him. I remember clearly going to the Strand shopping center in Bootle and parking up. We had a list of what needed doing and we were very efficient. Nicola, my brother Paul's fiancee and my other brother John's little girl, Vanessa with her. We were a close family and Nicola was looking after Vanessa for the day as all moms know you dash around like a mad thing trying to get everything finished while the kids are in a good mood and playing ball. Once they hit that wall of bored him, you have no chance of getting anything done. We got all we needed and decided to buy something nice for tea for the blokes. After their hard day of diy, we went into a R TIMS, the butchers happy. This was the last protocol. James was restless and running around a bit. He'd been so good, but he was reaching the end of his patience. It was time to get him home so he could play with his toys and have his tea and it would be baths, stories, pajamas and bed. The same routine we had every night. There was nothing I loved more than talking him up at bedtime and knowing he was safe and cozy because we only had one bedroom. James had a little bed at the size of ours, which was fine by me as I liked him. Close.