Tom's mum Tracey tells her story:

Created by Tom's Family 11 years ago
One Friday Tom came home from school about 3.30pm and said he was going jogging. He had signed up for a Saturday and Sunday football team so was keen to get fit. His dad Barry said he would go with him but he had some work to finish off first. Tom was eager to get off so went on his own, on a road which is fairly busy but is well used by pedestrians and joggers. I had taken my daughter horse riding, and the journey home took me on the road Tom was jogging on. As I was coming into town the traffic was chock-a-block, so I asked some passing school kids what was happening. They said a lad had been knocked down. I didn’t think it would be Tom, but in the back of my mind I knew that it could be. I rang my husband and told him a boy had been knocked down, then tried to phone Tom on his mobile. It went straight to his answer phone, so I thought ‘it’s ok, he’s on the phone to his dad’. Barry got straight on his bike and rode to the scene where he saw Tom’s shoes in the road. Because Tom had been thrown quite far from the road, Barry didn’t realise he was still there and went straight to the hospital. He phoned and told me to go there too. When we arrived, Tom wasn’t there and we found out the ambulance was still at the scene. We weren’t thinking straight at all because I went back in the car and Barry went on his bike. It was sheer panic. Because of the traffic, Barry got there before I did and found Tom lying on the ground, covered in a blanket. Barry said to me: “Trace, he’s dead”. We didn’t believe it at the time, and it was a long time until we did believe it. For the first year or two I hid myself away and didn’t want to see anybody. We have now moved house because we couldn’t bear to live on the same road where Tom was killed. I often think how Tom looked after he was hit. How terrible he looked before we buried him. On the outside I seem ok but inside it never gets better. In my head - where I live every day - will never be the same, ever. It is the same for his dad, and also for my dad. He still cries every day, and it is now almost three years since Tom was killed.