24/08/2025
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7 years ago by the DAY, I was meant to be running / walking, accross the Severn Bridge with a friend, on the 26th August. Instead I was with my husband, my eldest son, his wife, my two 'sisters'(aunties), my 'brother in law'(uncle) my brother and his wife, as we went to see (identify) my youngest son in the morgue.
On Saturday 25th August 2018, Zac said he was popping to town to meet a friend for a coffee, we had been out and was about to go back out, when at 2:55pm there was a knock at the door. My husband went to the door to find two police officers there, asking to confirm his name, they confirmed he was on the insurance for Zac's car, he said yes and invited them in. The one police woman said to me, 'and who are you' I gave my name and she responded 'so are you the mother of William (Zac) Pritchard' I replied yes and said whats happened now what's he done, thinking he had got stopped in his car and was not well, mentally, again as he had been recently. She replied "he is dead" I screamed "noooooo" and continued screaming, my husband said it was the worst scream he has ever heard. I said I want to see him, she told me I can't, I kept screaming I need to see him, asking how do they know they have the right person it can't be him, after my persistance of seeing him, she eventually said she would find out, but he may not be there yet as the firemen were still cutting him down. To say I was shocked was an understatement, I think I still am but a lesser extent. I believe the way the initial call by the police was cold, non emotional, no support, no care, no compassion or empathy. We were left to drive to tell our other son who lived an hour away, with no support or advice. I have since heard in other areas some police drove parents, partners or whoever, because of the dangers of driving when you are in such an emotional wreck.
Then came the next heartache, we had to tell our son and other family, and friends.
Then came another heartwrenching experience, a few weeks later, reading the reports.
There were so many other heartbreaking things to go through after this day 7 years ago, and still going through, when our worst nighmare was confirmed.
Hope you are at peace my boy, , should have turned 36 - 10 days ago.
(Wrote today but its also an extract from the book, I keep starting. I have chapters I have yet to finish and may never will, Its a story I may not finish writing or just not publish)
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