Warren Gray

Warren J Gray

1983-2007
Age 24

Warren was suddenly taken from his family and friends In May 2007.


Warren Gray was the first son for both his parents. He was very much wanted by both parents Yvonne and Errol.

In childhood and as an adult Warren was a very happy Person who enjoyed life he was friendly and loved by many which was reflected at his funeral with a congregation of over 600 people.

He was a blessing to have as a brother and he is missed very very much. All his little actions, and the person that he was will be forever indented in my memory.

As a child he was so energetic from the moment that he woke up until it was time to go to bed.

Every where he went he would make friends because thats the type of person that he was. I rememeber that everyone was drawn to him as a child because of how cute he was lol.

As a teenager warren always had a dream to raise dogs and breed them, and im glad that he was able to accomplish this before he passed.

Boxing was my brothers first love, before the sad passing of our uncle in 2003, Warren joined a boxing club in downham and was very very good at it, our uncle would take him every week.

Warren u will be sadly missed as a Son, Brother, Cousin, Nephew, Grandson and Boyfriend.

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Bereaved Parents Wish List

I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had him back.

I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my son’s name. My son lived and is very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you also.

If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my son, I wish you knew that it isn't because you hurt me. My son’s death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my son and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.

Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.

I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child; my favorite topic of the day.

I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my son's death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a note, or a real big hug.

I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my son until the day I die.

I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my son and I will always grieve that he is dead.

I wish you wouldn't expect me 'not to think about it' or be happy; neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
I don't want to have a 'pity party', but I so wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.

I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.

When I say, "I’m ok", I wish you could understand that I don't feel ok and that I struggle daily. I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I’m having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I’m quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.

Your advice to take it one day at a time is excellent advice, however, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I’m doing good to handle an hour at a time.

Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get of. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.

I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my son died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my son died and I will never be that person again.

I wish very much that you could understand; understand my loss and my grief. But, I pray daily that you will never 'fully' understand...... mum