Archie was the middle child of three, having an elder brother Henry and a younger sister Mathilda.
He was always a very happy and positive child and was lucky to be very bright academically, albeit he was very self-effacing.
When Archie was killed, so many people used the term “lovable rogue”, as, as well as being bright, he was very cheeky and naughty and one never knew what high jinks he was going to be up to next.
When we got the fateful knock at the door, Archie had just started his first term at Warwick University, having just turned 18. It sounds like a cliché, but he really did have a bright future ahead of him, which was snatched away in an instant.
The police liaison officer who had the thankless task of informing us that our gorgeous child had been hit by a taxi and had not survived cannot be praised enough and it was he who informed us about the existence of The Road Victims’ Trust. I was later visited by a counsellor, which I found invaluable in the fog of my sudden loss.
I am very lucky to have many very close friends, who attempted to support me in a myriad of ways, but they were, of course, deeply affected by Archie’s death as well. For me, it was wonderful to be able to talk openly in total confidence to somebody removed from the situation who was sympathetic who would not judge me for my feelings – anger and profound grief at the awful situation I found myself in, but also at times, negative feelings towards other extended members of my family who I felt to be acting selfishly. I was able to discuss things I was unable to raise with even my most intimate friends and family.
Since then, we as a family have become involved in various events for the trust, trying in any way we are able to help out in any small way we can.
All I can say is, thank goodness they were there for us.