The night my son died we were up the lake district. we got a phone call in the early hours of the morning. i'v news that you, ray and sharon will affect you all. Nigel is dead.We came straight back home. i was in denial. we arrived at a neighbours house two doors away from Nigels house. All the family was there. I just thought it was one long nightmare I had to see him, my sister rang the mortury and arranged for us to go. Katrina had shown no emotion I thouht she was in shock I even hugged her and said you will always be a part of this family and offered her a bed at our house. And even said we would sort out some counciling for her, as she had found Nigel. I rang my son earlier in the day about teatime he was happy his last words was 'love you mum love you dad'. Her parents arrived after my sister sally had got in touch with them. The talk got around to his funeral I said cremation is to final I want him buried. they all went back to Katrina's. W e had not seen them for a couple of days. WE GOT IN TOUCH WITH THE FUNERAL DIRECTORS. and started the ball rolling. We rang down to Katrina saying the undertaker is coming, the vicar is coming, come up. She could not be bothered. She sent her dad up, to put it mildly they wanted to run the show. even though he was our son and we were paying for it. My niece came around and said the day after he died she said 'I have no debt now'(she had caused the debt, borrowing and spending. I finds out that she had two boyfriends before, the first one did a disapearing act, and the other had a break down due to debts. Ido not think he died because of debt for one minute.Something happened that night and I will not rest until I find out what happened. The law has let Nigel down. They wrapped it up there and then oh it was suicide. the cellar just over six foot his feet was on the floor. the rope around the back of his neck and up around his ears. I asked the pathologist how did he die he did not break his neck he did not strangle himself. To which he replied 'he stopped his own heart'.Bullshit. The day of the funeral. most of it was a blur to me but I had relatives and friends and my husband coming to me telling me what had gone on that day, she was laughing in church. she and her brother found it great fun sliding in the snow. my nephew David who slipped and lost his footing. He thought the world of Nigel. she laughed at him. My son was lowered into the ground, my husband said she through a handful of soil over the coffin looked up at my husband and with a sickly grin dusted her hands off and said 'there thats me done. If I had seen it she would be laying six foot down on top of Nigels coffin. My husband and I did not go to the wake we did not feel upto it. but we certainly heard about it. She was playing pool flirting laughting and joking. People were leaving in discust Theirs was not a happy marriage. There was violence and abuse which came from her. It seemed to run in the family. Her brother was the same a wife beater.From meeting the family it was a trait which came from the mother. I had to race down twice during the early hours in my pyjamas, because david came up screaming, his nephew as i said was special needs whom Nigel had taken under his wing. someone was going to get seriously hurt. I got through the back door Nigel was on thr settee head between his knees. sobbing.She reared up to me 'he started it'. 'you fucking liar'.I said. Nigel would not say a word agaist her. I had witnessed, Nigel would play fight with her, she could not understand it, she would turn nasty and her eyes pure venom. I said this is my house and I will not put up with your behavior, it seemed to work at my home but apparently not at their home. I really did try to accept her even though our family and friends wanted nothing to do with her. Her bloody hen party if I and my sisters had not gone nobody else would have turned up. She has not been anywhere Nigels grave I would know as I go every day just goes to show what a money grabbing bitch she is getting a thousend pounds for a fictacious story to THATS LIFE 31st dec 2009. issue51/52