I remember it very well even though I was only 10 at the time, only a few months later a tragedy struck my family . My mother had a childhood illness that left her with a damaged heart, she spent a prolonged amount of time in hospital during our early childhood. She had been in a hospital in West Kirby for almost 12 months and was due to come home. My father who was aged 31, took the afternoon of work and was on his way home on his motorcycle when he was killed instantly in a road accident. My mother never did see him again and was soon back in hospital, myself and my two younger brothers had to go into care.
So whenever the early part of the year comes round and the Munich disaster is remembered it is a doubly sad time for me.
Om a lighter note, my mother had a plastic heart valve fitted over 35 years ago and apart from the usual ravages of time is a lively 78 year old.
