Today it has been 7 years since my brother

Michael was murdered. Michael was shot through

The heart with a double barrel shotgun by

his so called "Best Friend".

7 years ago my innocence, my laughter

My trust in people, my ability to to enjoy a

"Normal" life was taken away from me. A piece

of my heart and soul died that day, and will

never be replaced.


Feelings that I never knew existed, now are a 

Part of my everyday life. Feelings of anger,

and hatred that are so intense, that it

Frightens me. I never knew that it was possible

To hate someone so much, as I hate Glen Ainsworth.

To see him suffer, to feel pain 1000 times

Worse, than my families pain, would be a wish

Come true.


The one thing that I have left, are my

Treasured memories, 20 years of a family life

That had so many good times. A little brother

Who was so much fun to have around. The times

That we would get into trouble together, the sick sense

Of humour that we shared. The fact that I always knew,

That he would be there for me, and I for him.


If God could grant me a wish, a wish that

Could come true, it would be that I could,

Spend just one more day with you. To say

All the things I wished I had said when you

Were alive. Michael I love you, and I miss you.

I never realised how much you really meant to me,

Till you were gone.


You were all I could have wished for in a brother,

But, I suppose if God did grant me that wish I would

have to let you go at the end of the day, and I know,

I couldnt do that again, And survive.



Written by Debbie Irons