I am Jerome's Dad. Laura and Rob are Jerome's gorgeous sister and brother.

Many years ago, in Madagascar, I went to a Famadihana ceremony, in the countryside.
A large family group were dancing wildly around the opened tomb, they were half-crazed with grief and fear, and shouted to me, “This is horror! This is horror!”

For me,
now, this is horror!

I have have been to the funeral of my father, and now my son, this is not how it is suppose to be...it's not right.

Jerome was born in Oxford, in 1985. I was at his birth. His mum and I were bursting with love for him, and with pride. He was much loved. Everyone adored him because he was so lovable. We often referred to him as 'our beautiful, sweet boy'.

Much later, he seemed to have become lost and addicted to drugs, which tragically appeared to trigger a mental health condition – a condition which wrecks lives. He felt trapped in a painful and confusing world. Medication with strong side-effects took its toll. I am raw with emotion trying to imagine the pain he felt, to need to throw himself from a tower.

I also feel so sorry for Isabelle who loves him dearly, and lived with him, and did the best to support him. She is an angel, and needs our care.

Jerome loved music, particularly rap. He had a real talent for rhyme, rhythm and phonetics of words. We spoke most days by video call, and often he would sing an impromptu rap to me. When he is not racked by deep thoughts of the meaning of life, he has a great sense of humour, and would laugh readily, and swallow up the world.

I cannot accept what has happened, and expect him to call me.

My lovely, sweet boy is of my flesh; and is always in my heart and in my thoughts.

WE LOVE YOU JEROME.

We love you Jerome.

Always.......