2nd April 1984 – 9th March 2003 (18 years old when taken)
Andrew was my 3rd child, after having 2 daughters. He was born on 2nd April 1984. He was perfect, weighing 8lb. 3oz’s. Blonde hair and blue eyes. A lovely present. He attended Florence Melly Infants & Junior School and later went on to Anfield Comprehensive seniors.
He was a fanatical Everton supporter, although he had a lot of respect for other teams. I remember taking him to Anfield after the Hillsborough disaster, he insisted on putting his Everton scarf along with all the other tributes people had left. Even when he was on holiday, he would always manage to make friends with a kid from a different part of the country who would support another team. Manchester United, Arsenal, Chelsea. It didn’t matter where they were from or the colour of their skin, that’s just what type of lad he was.
He was the type of son any mother would have been proud of. I am not saying he was an angel, but I can honestly say that he never gave me anything to worry about, until the night he was the victim of an unprovoked attack. He was the type of person who would rather talk his way out of trouble rather than fight. He never had a single enemy in all of his short life.
He had many interests in life, besides his football, he would always take a pride in himself, with his weight training, swimming and many other hobbies, That’s when he had time to fit them in after being to work all day. There were never enough hours in the day.
Andrew was attacked in the early hours of Sunday 9th March 2003. He died the following day with serious head injuries. He was walking along minding his own business, when a group of 6 men and at least 4 women walked passed him. Accidentally bumping into one of them, he said sorry and carried on walking. This was not good enough for them and they decided to back him back down the street hurling abuse and threatening him. Obviously, being by himself he would not have been able to defend himself. While his head was turned away one of them swung a punch at him so hard it broke his jaw and he fell back and hit his head on the pavement, so hard it fractured his skull and his head started pouring with blood almost immediately. 
While he was on the ground, one of them decided to give him a kick while he was laying dying.
Andrew had many friends, lads and girls, it is still so strange that there are no more knocks on the door or any more phone calls for him. My life will never be the same again without him.”
Out of Darkness Comes Light
The ITU Waiting Room
On Friday 15th September, the ITU. waiting room at the Royal Liverpool hospital was re opened following refurbishment. We were privileged for local TV and radio celebrity to do the honours. Not only is he a great ambassador for the city, but has done so much for our family over the past three and a half years. Helping with our campaign for justice and promoting various charity events, and for simply just being there when we needed a chat.
The room has had a complete re vamp, replacing floors , lighting, seating, blinds, and making the place much more pleasant than it was when we were unfortunate enough to be in there. We hope that people will get some comfort from this during their most worrying times. Also the interview room has been done, this is where relatives of patients sit down and talk to the doctors, police and anyone else in private.
We were so pleased at the way it has all turned out. Everyone has worked so hard, in ensuring the work was done to a very high standard, Jusine french and the rest of the staff from the ITU.
We are so proud to have all of this in memory of Andrew
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