Daily Mirror (Northern Ireland)
This is my letter of love to Donny.. he’ll always live on in me
Heartbroken mum sends message to tragic son who died in accident
ON the first anniversary of his tragic death aged just six, Donny Maguire’s mum has written him a heartbreaking letter of love.
Sarah Maguire has spent the past 12 months coming to terms with her son’s fatal accident which happened outside her home in Derry.
It is believed he was struck by a car.
She said: “I need to talk to Donny and I can’t. This is my only way to get the message to him.
“I would ask everyone who reads my letter to think of my wee boy for a moment and I feel he will hear my words from all over the place.”
Donny died at 10.30am on July 11, 2017, moments after he left his house.
The youngster suffered a serious head injury and died a short time later in Altnagelvin Hospital.
Sarah said: “Donny was an incredible wee boy – funny and adventurous.
“A little boy who knew no fear and lived every moment to the full.
“I blame myself for allowing him to go outside. I keep coming back to that but I know there was no one to blame.
“This is what an accident looks like, a child left dead and a world blown apart.”
REMEMBERED
Sarah was 17 weeks pregnant when Donny died, and his little sister is now seven months old.
She said: “He couldn’t wait to be a big brother. It never happened for him but we remember him every day.”
Sarah added her letter of love to Donny is another step in accommodating her loss. She said: “I fell apart but with help I’m getting to a place where I can handle my grief. This is my letter of love to Donny. He will always live on in me and his brother and sisters and I will see him again.”
Dear Donny,
You missed your first day back at school. You said you’d play with your sister in the playground but she didn’t see you.
Your baby sister was born and you can’t hold her. You had no Christmas presents to open and on your birthday you didn’t turn seven. You couldn’t find Easter eggs or sneak all the chocolate. I still have your breakfast you didn’t finish.
No one searched for your shoes and your schoolbag wasn’t thrown at me. Your sweet cheeky face wasn’t in your class and summer is here again.
For most, it’s a year gone but for me, it’s still now. I don’t think you’re gone. You’re upstairs waiting for me to come up. I still hear you.
I see your whole life, I feel the love you had. I wish I had more of you.
One more cuddle. I’ll miss the jokes you haven’t told, the drawings you would make and the day you could read. I miss always thinking of what you would be. You still are my boy and your energy is bigger than my whole world. You’re not a year gone. You are six beautiful years here.
I love you so much. When I come upstairs, we will play again. Mummy.