Shaun Hardy born 21/07/1971
Stolen 08/01/2008
Shaun was a father of 2.
He worked as a green keeper on the magdalene fields golf course in Berwick.

He worked there from his collage YTS till the day he died.
He was also a DJ and mechanic.
Shaun was very much a family man he adored our mother and his daughter Blythe was his everything. He was also my best friend and my husbands third wheel. He was always 2 steps behind me. He had a fantastic relationship with my children, he was my birth partner for the birth of my son Carl, he spent most of his weekends taking the kids swimming or to the park pictures beach anywhere they wunted . He would set up his DJ equipment on a Friday night get the tunes on put  his set together and party with the kids if they approved that was it ready for the adults on the Saturday night. Shaun was married twice both unfortunately ended both on good terms. I 2006 he was diagnosed with Bipolar, he had a relapse in 2007 and stopped social events out. He worked hard on his golf and spending time with me and the children. The night Shaun died was the worst night of my life. He picked me up to take me to work. Said he had to drop my mams house keys in to her work. Once we arrived at mams work I told him I would walk the rest of the way. He asked me if I was sure and I said yes. He told me the boys at golf wanted him to go out for a couple of games of pool after golf and a couple of drinks. I made him promise me if he felt uncomfortable to message me and I would pick him up. He promised he would I said I would see him in the morning to go to the bank to get him his savings for his new golf club and set up my Christmas club saving money. He said he see me in the morning promised me he would be OK and that he would see me in the morning bright and early. I told him I loved him he told me I love you sis see you in the morning and that was that. 01:50am I was woken up by Shaun shaking me in my bed telling me that I needed to get up. I sat up in my bed and my husband asked me what I was doing. I told him shaun has woke me up he told me not to be so ridiculous and to go back to sleep. I got out my bed looked all around my house but couldn't find Shaun. I went back to bed and my husband said I told you he wasn't hear. @ 04:05 AM I was again woke up this time by someone knocking on my door. I looked out of the window to see the police. My husband told me they were at the wrong door and to stay in bed. I said there hear for me he told me not to be so ridiculous but inside I just knew. The police officer asked to enter my property said he was hear to collect a Teresa Laidlaw. I said that me he again insisted to enter my door. My husband stood in the way of him and asked why he wunted me. He closed the door and said your mam Doreen has sent me to collect you she needs you as there has been a ultercation involving Shaun and that he was sorry to have to tell me this but because of the ultercation Shaun is dead. I screamed and told him he was lying. Everything was a blur after that. The nightmares began. I didn't believe that Shaun was dead not until they took me to the morgue in wansbeck hospital so that I could see his body. I cried and they told me I couldn't touch him. I told them to fuck off held his had and wept. After that I had liaison officers to start me on my journey of grief. I had panic attacks I couldn't go outside and I tried to commit suicide twice. I ravaged alcohol and was angry with the world. My mam was ill and I didn't deal with it well on his 1st year anniversary she was diagnosed with cancer and then the day before his second year anniversary she died. He was a mummy's boy they were back together and I thrived even more in my grief. My brother was my everything I didn't aunt to live without him. I was so caught up in my grief I couldn't see anyone else's. My 16 year old daughter then told me she was pregnant. Boom no more alcohol I was a shit person so caught up in my grief. 12/01/2011 Kirynn Shaun Laidlaw was born. 2 months after his birth my daughter had a brakedown apparently a form of PTSD due to her grief and Kirynn birth was her trigger. Another hurdle to get over. The list is endless. The day a asshole used his fist was the day my family fell apart. In December 2022 we did our first family gathering in memory of Shaun for one punch UK. Our first emotional memory in a positive response to his death. This charity is a massive life line. It changed my brain of feeling like a freak to another person who had there loved once stolen from them. Shaun was an amazing brother so uncle brother in law and friend. I have attempted to write this email to you for 10 nights in a row and couldn't as it's very triggering. But I am him voice I am his lifeline. My grandchildren never met my brother but they talk about him like he is hear with them every day and that is the only way they can ever have him as a granny's picture and memory.