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Posted by on Sep 30, 2013 in 2008, Awareness

Raising awareness via the Spurs programme
 
To raise awareness of the heart-related risks facing young people, we marked the first anniversary of Tom’s death by placing an advert in the Tottenham programme for a match that fell on October 5.
 
This was a personal initiative by the family, no money from Tom’s Fund was used to pay for the advert.

Team Tom and our first Bridges Walk

Posted by on Sep 30, 2013 in 2008, CRY London Bridges Walk

Ealing Times, July 2008

 
Cardiac Risk in the Young, CRY, have held a Heart of London Bridges Walk every year since the summer of 2007. We walk to remember Tom and all those like him.
 
At the time of our first walk in July 2008, the eight bridges crossed symbolised the eight young lives believed to be lost every week to undiagnosed heart conditions. Now we know it’s at least 12.
 
Tom Bridges2 2008
 
“Team Tom” has walked to raise funds and awareness every year since then. We are grateful to the hundreds of people who have supported us over that period, many of whom have been with us every year.
 
CRY Bridge Walk booklet 2008

Raising awareness at the Carling Cup final

Posted by on Sep 30, 2013 in 2008, Awareness

Carling Cup, 2008, advert, SPurs v Chelsea
 
Tom’s last match was a Carling Cup final tie so it seemed right to try to raise awareness at the Carling Cup final.
 
This was a family initiative, taken before Tom’s Fund was set up, and thus no money from the fund was used in the placing of the advert.

In Lammas Park October 2007

Posted by on Sep 30, 2013 in 2007, Tom Clabburn

Tom 2014

In Lammas Park October 2007

(In memory of Tom Clabburn who died in autumn in the springtime of his years)

Wine-dark leaves

hopped on the grass

like drunken toads

blushed on

Nuits-St-Georges,

malignant elves

in a dance of death.

There they crabbed,

cryptic as grounded bats,

or tea leaves dregged

for divination.

For me, I speculated,

in the twilight of my years,

they are hosting for me.

Gold leaves shimmered

a stone’s throw away

for a boy

of fourteen summers,

a stone’s throw away

in this park

where he played

football and sparkled

with his mates.

This boy, bright as

sun-struck gorse,

has Morsed his spot

in our hearts,

mapped himself

in our familiar places.

His unmade years

will morph into light

beyond my lingering.

Reproduced with kind permission of the author, James Ballantyne. First published in Poetry Ealing 17 magazine in July 2008.