Wayne Kirkamn

By Wayne's mom, Lynn

Wayne Kirkman

12/6/1979 - 3/12/2019

I lost my son 6 years ago to heroin. He was 39 & had gotten clean a lot but always relapsed. He worked hard and had 3 children. During Christmas time 2018, he & his partner split up, so he came to live with me. I had no room as I only had one bedroom. He slept on the sofa. I saw a flat that was up for rent. I told him about it, and he went & got it. On Mon, 11th March, he moved into his flat. I saw him on Tuesday evening. I had rang & texted him, but he didn't reply as he usually does, but I honestly never thought anything about it. On Thursday, I got a phone call asking if I had seen Wayne (my son). I said not since Tues, still not thinking anything was wrong. Then I saw 3 people coming to my door, one being a policeman. I was told he had been found. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst news a parent could hear. He & his sister were so close. The cop went to the school where she worked & brought her to mine. The pain & the guilt I felt were horrendous. I still feel like that after 6 years—me first, not him.