The last time
The last time I saw Lee was Saturday 10th September 1988. He was 15 years old. It was a lovely warm sunny day and my daughter, and my wife Christine, were all going out to different places that day and Lee was last to get up. He wandered down the stairs in his pyjamas, sunk down in the armchair and I asked him, ‘What are you doing today?’ He mumbled something in reply, half asleep, so I didn’t want to press him because I knew he wasn’t quite awake. So we went out and that was the last time I ever saw my dear son.
Life in limbo
It has been very hard to cope with the disappearance of Lee. The police were exceptionally good. It is very rare they would make an appeal for a boy of 15 who’s gone missing, but in Lee’s case they investigated it thoroughly and they were sure Lee had come to some harm. They did a television appeal and from there we set out to get as much publicity as possible for our son, which is very very hard to do.
Missing People have helped us considerably. They’ve drummed up loads of publicity. We’ve had lots of interviews in the media; television, radio, and they’ve always been here to help me. The advice I’d give to a family if one of their loved ones went missing, would be to first of all contact the police and then contact Missing People. They will provide exceptional help.
My hope for the future is that we will one day, soon, find out what happened to our son, Lee. Whether he is still alive or whether he was murdered, we want to know what happened to him. We want to find him alive hopefully and if not, we want to find his remains so that we can put his body to rest so that we can grieve. Since 1988 we have been living in limbo, not knowing what’s happened to Lee, not knowing whether he’s alive, whether he’s safe and well, or whether he has actually been murdered.