A heartfelt story of the horrific events that happened to those who were there on that fateful day. Saturday 15th April 1989, the Hillsborough Disaster, that affected so many who went to watch and support Liverpool vs Nottingham Forest, in the FA Cup semi-final.
A hopeful diary of events of the lives of those affected, Nicola herself crushed in the crowd tells her powerful story of her experience and the ever-lasting effects of that day. Stained by stories that will continue to affect those survivors of Britain's worst ever sporting disaster and their problems coming to terms with losing '96' brothers and sisters. This book is not for the faint-hearted and comes with a real warning to those who may not be ready to read it.
It is intended as a path to therapy, hopefully for many more than just the author and contributors who share their stories. Many long, torturous hours, even years, have been spent recounting their traumas that linger forever in their everyday lives, but also to the many families, other survivors, and witnesses of the awful events of that day.
It seems only appropriate that the truth is the word. The truth is written here.
The TRUTH is all we have ever asked for.
'Hillsborough - Light at the end of the Tunnel', a Survivors Account, Hillsborough 1989. This has taken me over ten years to write so please accept my apologies as dates and wording won't correspond to 'the current'. It has been a long, hard journey to tell my side of what happened on that fateful day, 15th April 1989. I can only write a small amount at a time as it takes a great deal of strength and is emotionally draining, remembering, and reliving, everything that happened.
My life has been a huge rollercoaster. Some very happy times and also some very sad and emotional ones. I have certain things to get off my chest and what better way than to put things down in writing and share my story with those who are interested. I hope that those of you who have lost loved ones, those of you who have experienced nightmare events as I have, will gain from this book as I like to believe there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
As I start to pen this prologue, the date is 14th April 2020, what would have been my mum's eighty-ninth birthday, and the eve of the Hillsborough disaster. This is the most difficult time of year for me, but it gives me time to reflect. I am listening to the birds singing and looking out over Moel Siabod, Capel Curig, North Wales and feeling eternally grateful for the thirty-one years that I have lived to see since Hillsborough.
