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To Never
To never hear his voice againTo never see all my boys grow into menTo never see him laugh or sit with me with a smileTo never sit and talk with him for a short while To never feel his touch againTo never hold his hand until a day endsI sit here and hate the fact that he died in painYet in death his pain ended then into my life it became Losing a loved one is one of the most intense experiences…
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Thrown back to October 17th 2017 Triggered by the death of another young person we know very well. Seeing the swollen empty eyes of another mother. Tears and anguish of another family who are trying to be strong to assist in an investigation, tributes, funeral planning, fundraising, updates from the police, well wishers, emotional numbness, shock, flashback, tears. What a cycle, what a reality. What a something. What a pain. Everyday I find myself crying again. Crying for a nation of young people that see the impact of knifecrime and violence far greater than they hear of solutions and witness success stories. Show them a way out, provide options and opportunities for better outcomes, for stable mental and emotional growth. If children are our future then we need to do so much more to save and preserve a healthy generation for our tomorrow. #groundhogday #anotherlife #anotherstory #toomuchhurt #protectourchildren https://www.instagram.com/p/CNo2cRth6Ho/?igshid=7pyi3chfbo9d
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To never hear his voice again
To never see all my boys grow into men
To never see him laugh or sit with me with a smile
To never sit and talk with him for a short while
To never feel his touch again
To never hold his hand until a day ends
I sit here and hate the fact that he died in pain
Yet in death his pain ended then into my life it became
Losing a loved one is one of the most intense experiences to explain
Changes who you are, how you live, how you feel joy and the sting when it rains
My days are filled with Hurt, anxiety, franticness, anger and depression
Happiness comes but appears to be short lived as I am still a victim of a sorrowful oppression
Sometimes I wonder if the wave of grief will kill me
This suffocating pain that comes back constantly to taunt me
These days as a society we unite to celebrate
For me such days just makes my heart painfully vibrate
For every holiday, celebration and focus that starts with Happy
For me and mine is just another day to remember our misery
Kind ,messages, Kind words, People checking up and checking in
I cannot even pretend to be fine for the sadness sits within my grin.
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#MURDER #NOTEFROMAKILLER #RISEOFTHEPHOENIX # POETRY #PERSONALBLOG
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On October 17th 2017 At 18:50 my son was stabbed once in the heart and once in the back. Surrounded by strangers he closed his eyes to this world. 15 years old, a promising future and a family that loved him unconditionally. My screams of why were answered with "he was involved in an inconsequential disagreement" in words I understood he felt a song performed by his murderer was rubbish. The outcome for sharing that opinion was his death. April 2018 we learned during the murder trail that the perpetrator had written me a letter. I used his words to write a poem which features in my new novel the Rise of the Phoenix (link in bio) A friend was helping me to make some audio extracts of the book to help me promote it. He put this one together before sadly experiencing a fatal heart attack (October once again stole love from my life). Take a moment to watch the video. This is a note from my sons Killer. https://www.instagram.com/p/CGb6RUjgfvv/?igshid=5b5bpr52k2o6
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Trauma is a storm that either leaves you completely destroyed beyond repair or it births purpose. Writing has become my healer, writing has become my strength, writing has increased my knowledge and is an outlet for the sea of pain to flow through. During my highs and lows writing is a consistent method that pulls me through each day. I have chosen to share my stories, poetry and writing with you all. Hello madness goodbye joy is where this chapter begins. Inside answers many questions we find ourselves asking at the start of loss, in the midst of shock and when we first experience the sting of grief. Then the Rise of the Phoenix is how my story unfolds as I find restoration, hope, healing and forgiveness. My 1st two books are available to buy on Amazon. Link for new novel in bio #authors #selfpublishing #poetry #blogextracts #nonfiction #murder #knifecrime #loss #grief #mothers #fathers #teachers #schools #education #government #nhs #families #childrenandyoungpeople #fostercarers #childrenshomes knife violence impacts everyone let's educate ourselves and support those that are working diligently to reduce the cause and impact of knife violence amongst our children and young people. https://www.instagram.com/p/CEvzxCbAHVd/?igshid=14r7n5uxk7gir
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New book out now click link below and share the good news
You have read about the tragic passing of Kyron. You have heard my tears, my anguish, seen my raw pain and struggles. Now I want to take you on my journey towards healing and forgiveness.
Click the link to get your copy of my new book Finding the phoenix. I chose this name as I was determined to rise. I have found my fire, I have found my passion from the darkest ashes of grief i would like…
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New book is in the final stages and hopefully one will be released in just a few days. I am so excited to have this platform to tell Kyron's story and share this journey, learn to forgive, encourage others and most importantly heal.
Thank you to everyone that has taken time to write a review it means so much to myself and the children to read how our story has impacted others, and just to read the words of endearment and compassion expressed towards Kyron.
I was so worried that once others read that a brand new packaged knife was found in his bag he would be judged and called derogatory names but you have all remained non judgemental and embracing of his truth. Never seen as a thug but just my beautiful son Kyron Kyron Webb.
#poetry #healing #restorative #writers #books #nonfiction #murder #knifecrime #grief #myson #Kyron
Hello Madness Goodbye joy OUT NOW
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1728855977/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1540203435&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&keywords=hello+madness&dpPl=1&dpID=41k45GKLllL&ref=plSrch
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Get your copy today by clicking the link
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1728855977/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1540203435&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&keywords=hello+madness&dpPl=1&dpID=41k45GKLllL&ref=plSrch
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Hello madness goodbye joy a book written by me Rachel Webb following the tragic murder of my 15 year old son Kyron Webb. The novel is available now on Amazon. Click the link below to purchase your copy today. Thanks for your support.
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Racism
Are we racist? (dictionary and google definitions have been used in this post)
prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race A dictionary definition based on the belief that one’s own race is superior and that another race is insubordinate and deserves less grace Institutional racism is a form of racism expressed in the practice of social and political…
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No Mother
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No mother wants to hear those words “your sons been stabbed and he has died” No mother wants to be denied of the truth because someone has lied No mother wants to hear the words that justice will not prevail No mother wants to imagine that murder could be a part of her life’s tale
No mother wants to see a pair of trainers, knowing her sons dying body fills those shoes Knowing the other trainers…
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Available to buy on Amazon #author #book #novels #nonfiction #murder #forgiveness #healing #knifecrime #impact #effect #aftermath Get your copy today link in bio https://www.instagram.com/p/CAheIGyAQep/?igshid=3umjxi94gfdp
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I am so proud
It was the 21st April 2018 the tears for your brother had not dried.
A text appeared on my phone, there’s been an accident immediately I cried.
Unable to catch my breath i took a seat as the words spun around in my head.
Someone had hurt another child, it involved a blade, angry words you bled.
My life at that moment crumbled I felt hopeless I could not keep you safe.
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Give thanks
As the sun has risen and brightened the sky Allow your smile to shine and darken every negative lie As the light of a new day chases away the dark Allow hope, self worth and faith in your mindset to reside and park
You see, it’s easy to lose hope as boredom of this time takes set It’s easy to allow the impact of this pandemic to cause upset For some are in lockdown with others yet their home…
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When enough is enough?
We as parents have a past with experiences that have been kind and some that have beat us down. We as parents have watched our children’s behaviour create the largest smiles, as well as the bitter frowns. As parents, once a child is born, we become somewhat invisible within our individual needs, we as parents put the child/children first as we begin to mould and develop our seed
We as parents…
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