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I remember my father saying the one thing that I thought would never happen to me: “Son,” he said, “you should never have to bury your own children”

On the 26th May 2014 those words became my reality when our daughter Ava was born at 26 weeks and sadly grew her wings just seven hours after being born. Ava suffered many health issues including a bleed on her brain.

Losing a baby is devastating for any parent but I was out of the country in Benidorm and unable to get home to say hello or goodbye to Ava. I was told on a telephone call from a consultant at the hospital that my beautiful little girl would not survive the next few hours and that I may not make it back in time. My wife then spoke to me and decided not to prolong Ava’s suffering and stop any further care. My heart felt like it had been ripped out and crushed. I was with some friends who really didn’t know what to do other than hug me. Our flight took off at 10:10am and reached cruising altitude a short while later. It was only later when we got home that I found out Ava had passed away pretty much at that point in the journey. The flight was only three hours long but felt like a lifetime. We landed and my father-in-law was waiting at the airport; his face confirmed my worst fears: Ava has gone. We travelled straight to the hospital where I spent as much time with Ava as I possibly could.

We should have been leaving the hospital with Ava in her baby-seat, but instead we left empty-handed. Over the next few weeks we tried desperately to come to terms with what had happened; we even had a meeting with the consultants but no-one could give us an explanation as to why Ava was born prematurely.

Then there was Finley, our four-year-old eldest son, had played such an important part in the pregnancy, talking to his mum’s tummy, kissing it goodnight and rubbing it. My wife and I agreed to try to be strong for Finley so we sat him down and explained that his little sister was poorly and had gone to be a star in the sky. He was heart-broken and telling him was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

At the hospital we were given a memory box in which to keep Ava’s things. It came with a teddy, which Finley still takes to bed with him.

Ava’s funeral was extremely difficult for everyone. I wanted to carry our daughter into and out of the church and lower her into the grave, so I could be the last person to hold her. I managed to read a poem and also share my own letter to Ava.

The following weeks/months were unbearable and I began to find it more and more difficult to cope with anything; from day to day things and even going back to work.

I thought I could cope, but one day when my sister-in-law brought her daughter to visit (I hadn’t seen her since Ava passed away) I really struggled. Ordinarily she wouldn’t really engage with me straight away, but on this occasion she sat directly in front of me and all I could see was Ava. I thought picking her up would help but it made it worse and at that very moment I knew I needed help.

The pain didn’t get any easier; it intensified. I felt alone, even though I had all the support and love from my family, so decided I wanted to help others going through similar pain. The charity that had given us our memory box no longer existed so it seemed obvious that I should pick up where they left off. I wanted to give memory boxes to all parents who lose their babies in such devastating circumstances.

I arranged an auction and disco and was thrilled we raised over £5000. After some considered thought I made a decision to set up a charity in Ava’s name and registered Baby Ava’s Support Foundation. Our goal is to supply as many boxes to as many hospitals as is humanly possible. Today we supply nine hospitals up and down the country.

Funds are raised mainly through donations and events, and I try to take part in as many as possible. In eighteen months I have completed in a 10k Wolf Run, been the auctioneer at our auction and disco, got into a boxing ring for three rounds and played against Birmingham Allstars in a charity football match. My biggest achievement was a cycle ride from Benidorm (where i was when Ava died) to Redditch (where she passed away). I covered 1216 miles in 11 days during which I managed a gruelling climb of the Pyrenees.

I have also wrote a poem for fathers called ‘Daddy Don’t Cry.’ I feel passionately that fathers and siblings are supported as they often go forgotten.

People always tell me it will get easier but it simply isn’t the case; we just learn to deal with our loss day to day. I meander through emotion after emotion; some good and some bad.

I find comfort knowing the charity is growing every month and that we have attracted some great supporters including Gary Newbon (Sky sports presenter) and Danielle Brown MBE (2 x Paralympic gold medallist and 12 x world record holder).

My mind has travelled to many dark places and I have struggled (and continue to struggle) to cope with my grief, but supplying our memory boxes and knowing that parents will have some comfort helps me so much. Soon I hope to complete a bereavement course and set up support groups for fathers in the same position as me.

The charity has featured in many local newspapers and more recently I have been interviewed on local television. I am continually striving to raise awareness of baby loss so that I turn my grief into something positive in memory of my beautiful daughter Ava.

What others have said:

He is keeping the memory alive of the child he lost 2 years ago by setting up a charity in his daughters name, raising considerable amounts of money to provide other parents that go through the same pain as he did with memory boxes in the hospitals throughout England.