This site is dedicated to the memory of my Son Ryan Pritchard.

Ryan Pritchard was born 3 weeks early on November 15, 1999. He was a perfect baby, a lively boy and grew with tremendous energy and a zest for life. His goal was to laugh and pass just a little piece of his personality onto others. In his death, Ryan left a little piece of himself with all who loved him.

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Imagine if I was given one moment, just a single slice of my past. I could hold it close forever, and that moment would always last. I"d put the moment in a safe, within my hearts abode. I could open it when I wanted, and only I would know the code. I could choose a time of laughing, a time of happiness and fun. I could choose a time that tried me, through everything I've done. I sat and thought about what moment, would always make me smile. One that would always push me, to walk that extra mile. If I'm feeling sad and low, if I'm struggling with what to do. I can go and open my little safe, and watch my moment through. There are moments I can think of, that would lift my spirits everytime. The moments when you picked me up, when the road was hard to climb. For me to only pick one moment, to cherish, save and keep, Is proving really difficult, as I've gathered up a heap! I've dug deep inside my heart, found the safe and looked inside, there was room for lots of moments, in fact hundreds if I tried. Am building my own little library, embedded in my heart, for all the moments spent with you, before you had to part. I can open it up whenever I like, pick a moment and watch it through, My little library acts as a promise, I'll never, ever forget you.
Sent by Nikki on 04/09/2014
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Ryan Pritchard. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by MuchLoved on 06/08/2014
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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