“I felt fine in the morning,” Keith Vigar explains. “But something was bubbling. I went into Billy’s room and just laid on his bed and then I was in bits.”
He glances across at his wife Camilla. “We’re very different in the way that we deal with things. But we accept that. So that’s how, I guess, we get through, just day by day.
“Billy’s in your memory constantly. Everything is looking for signs that he’s around, and you’re talking to him in your mind every day, which is comforting, to an extent. But it’s not easy by any means.”
Camilla looks up with tears in her eyes. “I’m the opposite,” she says. “I do probably cry every day, but I find if I let it out, then it’s easier to put the face back on, if you like, and try to be normal.
“We both said from the beginning that we’ve got two other living kids. So it can’t just be… I’m sorry,” she says, her voice cracking with emotion.
Camilla pauses for a moment.
“It can’t just be sadness because of Billy,” she continues, “because the other kids are still alive and you’ve got to keep going for them."
Last year their son lost his life playing the game he loved. Billy hit his head on a concrete-block perimeter wall that was just under three metres from the touchline. He was 21.
Keith and Camilla spoke to
@stujames75 about their son, their hurt and their anger towards the Football Association.
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