Four years ago today, Natasha's week-long inquest came to an end. When I close my eyes, I can see it, smell it and feel it like it was yesterday.
Read MoreKnowing it didn’t belong to her, she politely refused explaining it wasn’t hers but unfortunately her teacher became angry and insisted. “I only let it touch my lips mummy, I just pretended I was drinking.” she told me later that night after we had returned home from A&E.
Read MoreSo when years later I was asked the question, “What would you personally like to come out of everything that you have been through in the last few years? ”My answer was ‘HOPE’.
Read MoreEvery year between March and May, for those three months, she would require a dose of antihistamine every morning and again in the afternoon. To miss a dose was to invite an asthma attack. We were only ever prescribed Piriton for her and it always made her very sleepy. She struggled in those months, particularly at school and was irritable and not herself.
Read MoreWhen Natasha was little, learning to trust others to look after her was incredibly hard and never more so than when the time came for her to start nursery.
Read MoreI’m sitting at Natasha’s desk in her bedroom, it’s where I like to work surrounded by all her things. Today, the 16th December is her birthday and had she lived, she would be twenty-one years old. Five whole years have passed, an eternity since I last held her in my arms, hugging her too quickly at the airport - how I wish I had held on for just a little longer.
Read MoreBethany, Natasha’s friend since early childhood, was on the plane with Natasha and her father Nadim the day Natasha died. This is Bethany’s perspective of that day.
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