Jamie Aaron Lavis

Jamie Aaron Lavis

Born 16th March 1989

Died 5th May 1997




I am doing this page for my sweet sweet little brother Jamie, the most missed little boy in the world.

This is tribute to the kind happy cheeky little boy he was has he was only 8 when he was snatched away from us he didnt have the chance to grow into the man he would have been today.

I can remember the day he left our world forever like it was yesterday. He went out to play with my other brother like he always did they were inseperable that day they went out and jamie never came home to us.
He was meant to be in by 5 o clock with my other brother but he didnt arrive at 5 or at 6 or at any other time. My mum and dad went out with my brother looking for him in all the places he went but he wasnt there by 8 o clock my mum phoned the police has she was frantic with worry for jamie.

When the police arrived they asked for pictures, asked what did he like to do, Any friends houses where he could be, but jamie never stayed out late he didnt like the dark. Days went by with police all over the place looking for him and family and friends. People kept thinking they'd seen him in different places, getting my parents hopes up and when it wasnt him there hearts broke more and more. When weeks turned into months our family was becoming un-recognisable. My dad never slept, he'd sit on the door step every nite hoping that jamie would come walking round the corner with his cheeky toothy grin, but he never did. My mum slept downstairs for nearly six months, just to be there ready if any news was brought to us. My brothers and sister never knew what we would be told one day to the next.

The day we all didnt want to come was October the 23rd 1997. We were all at home when the police turned up and we knew something was wrong because there was more than 5 police including c.i.d and a family liasion officer. They took my mum and dad into the kitchen and it felt like hours that they were in there. I knew it was bad news because i could here my mum crying uncontrolably and my dad was not talking which happens when hes upset tired or ill. After about an hour my mum dad and the police came into the living room and sat us all down. I didnt need to hear what came next because at 16 i was old enough to read the expressions on all there faces, But i sat there and i listend to police telling us that they had found my jamies remains (by remains i mean they never found all my little brothers body) in woodland next to a golf course in Reddish Manchester. The bus driver (we do not utter his name, so pls do not mention it when lighting candles etc!!!) murdered him, then hid his body in a house streets away from us, then buried him. Hopefully he will stay rotting in jail for life!!

Our world was smashed to pieces we didnt know what to do at hearing that our little sweet jamie had been taken away from us for ever. Our heartache was not to stop there though, we were not able to lay our jamie to rest for another 8 months because of the investigation into his disapearence and death. When we were eventually allowed to give him the send of he so ritely diserved it was the hardest day of my life. My mum and dad managed to arrange his funeral with lots of support from the family and friends. He was to have a a white coffin and in it with him would be letters and things from us all, it was our way of sending a piece of us with him to the angels.

On the day of his funeral my mum was bad, so bad that she collapsed with an asthama attack on her way out of the house to get into the car on our way to the church (the church he was christend in just 3 years ealier) we passed jamies old school and all the children where stood on either side of the road and when jamie passed they all bowed there heads in respect. That was the first thing that was to make me see we were not alone.

At the church my dad could not bare to carry jamies coffin into the church. He was trying to help my mum who was unable to walk properly with the pain of it all. We played three songs for jamie, they were "i'll be missing you" by Puff Daddy, "Truely madly deeply" by Savage Garden" and "mamma" by The Spice Girls" which jamie sang to my mum on mothers day. When we were at the graveside my mum collapsed again, this time it was so bad she had to be carried to the car. I felt so much hurt sorrow and pain for my mum and dad that day. I prayed id never have to go threw the pain they were going threw.

There are many more memorys of the time we all went threw but i think they should stay in our memorys and be kept private to our family. We just want people to hear our story and try to understand that he was the light of our family then and still is now. We go and talk to him at his garden all the time. My mum puts a cigarette on his headstone for him and hes even got a can of fosters for his 18th birthday which is still there now. We left him his bus fair home to, the day after he was buried, just in case he wanted to visit us some time. All i can say now is that i hope u read this and understand how much one little persons departure from this world to the next has changed and affected so many lifes so read our story and remember our jamie. xxxxxxxxxxxxx

A lil Request...if you knew Jamie, via school, lived in same area etc, please put this when posting a message or lightin candle, as it will bring comfort to my mum who is being kept up to date, many thanx x

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