The anniversary of our son Stephen’s death on 16 May is always difficult. Me and my husband, Ken, go to his grave, near our home in Swanley, Kent. Even 19 years on, lots of Stephen’s friends turn up, too.
It’s a comfort to know he’s not forgotten. But seeing them as grown men, with wives and kids, brings home the pain that Stephen’s life was violently cut short when he was just 21 years old.
And this year will be all the more painful because his killer, notorious gangster Kenneth Noye, could walk free from prison.
It’s almost two decades since he stabbed our boy to death in a road rage incident, but that day is etched in my memory forever.
That morning Stephen, 21, had been joking around, trying…
