Nearly everyone in Liverpool has some connection to Hillsborough, if they didn’t lose a friend or family member then they know someone who did, as did my family
When young my Dad was in the Merchant Navy, I remember my Mum had a little vanity case of photos and postcards sent from all over the world and I loved to look through the case and glimpse their life and friends, which looked so glamorous.
With weddings and children people moved away, inevitably the contact dwindled, and though old friends were often remembered they were seldom seen as life got in the way.
I remember seeing my Mum and Dad upset, making plans to get the bus back to North Liverpool where they lived as a young couple, after about 25 years they were going to see their friends, and it wouldn’t be a happy reunion.
Their friends son, the same age as me and named after my dad, died at Hillsborough and although I never really knew him I feel a connection, through my parents and a little vanity case of postcards and photos.
My parents aren’t here to hear the outcome of the Inquest, but maybe they’re listening with the boy they knew.