Hi everyone. This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to write. People who know me well know that I am a very private person, so this is extremely difficult for me to do. As a brother and sister, John and I were very very close. He was not only my big brother, but he was my best friend. However, I feel that if what I am going to share can help in any way to bring justice for my brother I am willing to do this. The morning of Johns murder I received a phone call from our mum informing me that John had been hurt and was taken to theatre at the London hospital. At the time none of us had been informed as to how serious his injury was. Johns fiancee and some friends were sitting in a family room in A&E. For some unexplained reason I went straight up to theatre believing that John was still being treated by a doctor. On arriving outside the theatre I was asked who I was. I explained that I was Johns sister to which I was asked to wait for a few minutes. When directed to the room, John was lying on a bed with a tube in his mouth. I leaned over him and called his name several times to which he did not respond. I then turned to one of the nurses and asked if he was unconscious and was that why he could not hear me. The nurse looked at me like I was a CRAZY and replied in the most unsympathetic and bluntest manor, HES DEAD. On hearing this I looked at my husband as if I was hearing this wrong. I started screaming that he cant be to which the nurse told me to calm down. I was taken over to a chair to sit down as at this point the nurse then realised that something was not right. The nurse assumed that I had been sent up from the family room and that I already knew, but was not accepting his death as people often do in these situations. I informed her that I came straight from home and had not seen anybody. She called the family room and insisted that no one else be sent up without her authorisation. This misunderstanding all took place due to someone going to theatre before myself ( you must know my brother and me) as you made out you was Johns sister and gave my name. I am appealing to you directly to come forward and do the right thing. You may well have been sincere but you did not realise the impact this has had on my life over the past 17 years. On that fateful day by pretending to be me several things happened: 1)Whether I wanted to see my brothers body before being prepared for it. 2)Not being informed in a compassionate way that my brother had been taken from me. 3)Forcing me into telling two of the most important people in my life one of them being our baby brother who was 4 days away from his 18th birthday, the other being our mother of which John was a mummys boy, (this nearly destroyed her). I had to do this as I did not want them to hear it in the awful way that I did. I believe that after 17 years you owe my family and I an explanation as to why you did this. I have had to live with this memory for 17 years and it is still as clear as the day it happened. Once again, I appeal to you to come forward with any relevant information that you have with regards to that fatal night. If you feel you cannot go public you can inbox either myself or one of my family members privately. If you are a true friend of Johns you owe it to his memory and his long suffering family to do the correct thing.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 19:57:23 +0000
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