| Location | Bolton |
| Age | 15 years |
| Cause of Death | Genetic Condition |
| Date of Birth | 10/1982 |
| Date of Death | 9/1998 |
| Visitors | 5,882 since 23/10/2007 |
| Creator |
Michael Mcquiggan
Born 19/10/82
Died 17/9/98
Age 15
School :Parklands & Mereoaks
Mum Sue, Dad Tom, brother Barry, sister Sally.
Michael had DUCHENNE MUSCULAR DYSTROPHY.
Michael was my first child and he had lovely blonde hair and chubby legs . We used to say he would be a footballer - then at the age of three he was diagnosed with Duchene Muscular Dystrophy which would confine him to a wheelchair and his life would be made short.
We tried to fit into his short life as much as we could. He loved going out in his electric wheelchair with the rest of the kids. It was so hard for us to see Michael growing weaker and weaker. He had to be tube fed and on a night ventilator which he hated. He would watch the little ones running and sometimes say i wish i could walk.
He was very kind and if he thought he had upset you he would say I'm sorry, I love you. He started to go into heart faliure and got weaker. He got admitted into Martin House Children's Hospice which Michael and the family used to love to go to. He went into Martin House and died peacefully on Thursday 17th of September aged 15, just four weeks before his 16th bithday, on his cousins jasons birthday . He would have loved to have been there he loved a party. Its been nine years and we still miss him like mad. He was my soul mate and my best friend.
Reflections on Muscular Dystrophy
by Joan Fleitas
So where's the trophy?
Where's the part of this muscle disease that tells him
he's a winner?
There it is attached to the 'dys', connected to something that makes him hurt.
But trophies shouldn't hurt.
They should shine in the sun and be given to the
very best players of the game.
Could he be one of them?
He used to jump and run and turn somersaults.
No more.
He used to walk in step without thinking.
No more.
Others count the stars.
He counts the stairs, climbing each of them as if
it were a mountain.
He worries about another kind of stare, too;
A long look that says 'you poor kid', and
'it all seems so hard for you.'
People uncomfortable with difference
give these looks to him.
He doesn't know quite what to do with them.
Isn't a child supposed to grow up without a care?
Without thinking about how many stairs,
and how many stares?
Without knowing that life can be a struggle?
He struggles, and emerges from that effort
a champion.
A child who loves with intensity.
A winner who learns that life as challenge
has something to offer.
A believer in life as an unfolding of miracles--
miracles that surround him.
He is a miracle of creation,
And to him is awarded, with great merit,
A shiny trophy.
Hey bro! I thought i'd rite a little something to you! There isn't a day that goes by that i dnt think about you, you were everything to me! It's never been the same since you died! Sometimes wen i'm on my own, i cry because of how much i miss you! I wish you was still ere! Ya knw, you would of been an uncle soon. I always think about that. You were the best brother anyone could ever wish for! I will always cherish the times that we had, they will never be forgotten!
We will meet again one day n wen we do i'm gona give u the biggest hug in the world!
Anyway i'm gona go. Sweet Dreams bro
I love you so much and always will!
Stay close to me!
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michael is such a lovely looking little boy and my heart goes out to him. id like to send all my love to his family and love to heaven for michael
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