Christines Story Misadventure or Misjudged

By Raymond Nye

I have waited 33 years to be able to put this story together. I decided now at my age I should put my affairs in order. That in this day of Human Rights. It was time I had my rights because my 16 year old daughter never had any rights. her rights were taken together with her life. When a 15 year old boy decided to ride his fathers Trials Motorcycle into her and her Soldier boy friend whilst they were sun batheing in Elliots Field.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raymond Nye
• Release date: Feb 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458134028

Raymond Nye

I am 79.Retired but still active. I have only recently entered the realm of Writing. My first book I am a Mesowarrior was a biography of my wifes fatal disease mesothelioma.Commonly refered to as Asbestosis.It is currently enjoying sales world wide.Profits on sales will go to the MavisNyeFoundation. All the revenue from sales curently goes to this charity.The second reason was to enlighten folk of its nature and give hope and dignity to a sad situation .A follow up book Five Years a Mesowarrior describes her fight after all chemo and 2 failed trials.My Second, Coffee Time Poetry is short collection of my poems selected from many I had written over the years and simply pushed to the back of the drawer.My 3rd ,A Surprise Christmas Present. Is a short true adventure of my strange Christmas present that both frightened and excited me.My 4th. Every Day makes a Difference. Is a biography of my childhood from 2 years old,living with an abusive mother, being dumped at 4years old at my first School, earning a few bob which mother took from my first Job,then on toMY Aprenticeship Capers in Chatham Dockyard Where mother took even more money.How did we ever learn a trade But we did. My memories of life as a National Service man. My eventual demob,Getting maried and then a return to normal life.My 5th, A short Story of fiction. About an old mans fears on a dark cold winter evening just what is out there.Its available for free.It was a toe in the water for me writing fiction.Also, an un-abridged version with legal and media comments included on the un natural death of my 16 year old daughter.Revenue from these also goes to mesothelioma uk.

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Christine’s Story.

Misadventure or Misjudged

By

Raymond Nye

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Copyright 2011 Raymond Nye

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Introduction.

This is my account of Christine’s death based on documents in my possession and the experience at the time. The verdict of misadventure by the Coroner remains to me a painful memory. It is my opinion that a miscarriage of justice took place. For my daughter did not receive justice. Her life was thrown away in a senseless waste, discarded by the system as a mere accident.

As Parents we don’t expect to live longer than our children do we. This is probably why we never ask them just how they would you like to be taken care of in the advent of an early death…But if this tragedy does come knocking on your door. How will you deal with it? Should you decide that a burial is your best option? Notice how here I said Your best option. Suppose quietly they had already thought that a cremation would suit them. But at young age its too far into the future to worry about or even tell you. Your decision if wrong may haunt you for just not knowing if you have done the right thing for them.

This is why we should talk about our wishes! with our Children. It is unusual to expect your children to pass on before you do. But this does happen.

Chapter One

May the 27th 1978 was a wonderful sunny warm day. It was the May Bank holiday so we were all in the holiday spirit. We have a couple of days off from work. My husband, Ray, and I went down town on the bus to do our weeks shopping. Something we did every Saturday. This routine involved catching the bus into the shopping centre. Once there we usually walked down to the restaurant called the Golden Egg. Here we would have lunch before we attacked the shopping. Sometimes we would exit the centre to walk up the town to visit the shops outside. But today is a bank holiday so it will be busy outside.

We finish our lunch and make our way to Sainsburys. It takes us a while to push the trolley around and collect the weeks groceries. Mavis knows what she wants and saunters round the cabinets and shelves picking from here and there. But for me well sometimes I follow her around like a lost sheep. Bored. Sometimes I say Ok luv, Ill look in the other shops and Ill be back before you reach the checkout. This usually works fine. I usually meet someone where we would stand chatting.

How different this style of shopping was. We used to visit all the smaller shops collecting something from each one queuing and paying with cash. Those days we knew what we had to spend and it was paid for and done with. With this new method now we amble around all these brightly lit shops with shelves packed to capacity with just about everything you can think of and things you never. Then when it comes to paying, we shove a piece of plastic in a machine the shopkeeper rips a handle over it creating a paper copy. You are invited to sign it and it’s all done.

Today it’s very similar but now the paying is a bit simpler. Push your card in a slot wait a second or two enter your secret number. Bingo remove your card that’s it, all done. Its no longer the shops problem if you don’t have the money. That’s for the Card Company to worry.

So with the paying formalities all sorted we leave. Next we wheel our trolley out and find the internal Taxi rank. Here we join a queue and watch other shopper’s waiting for their Cab before packing their shopping in the back of Taxis and stuff pushchairs and kids in the back seat. Off to who knows where. I feel sorry for the Taxi drivers cars packed to the roof with shopping and screaming kids. We soon have our Taxi pull up alongside us. We dump our shopping in the boot and climb in the back seat give the driver instructions and we pull away. With the remainder of the queue doing just as we had just done, they watch the Taxi’s come and go, soon it will be their turn. It was just a normal day wasn’t it?