Joe Lewis Dinsdale

NAME: JOE LEWIS DINSDALE
AGE: 18
FROM: HULL. THE P.R.E ESTATE


Joe Lewis Dinsdale was born 28th February 1990. Ever since the day Joe came home from the hospital he knew how to wrap his mother around his little finger and get what he wanted. Joe's loving mum and dad Tricia and Andy describe Joe as their GOLDEN BOY.

Joe was a loveable rouge, he lived his life to the full and was so care free, he didnt have a care in the world. Joe's mum, dad and sister Lauren called Joe dracula because he would lie in bed all day and go out at night, he hated early mornings, it was very rare that he would be up before 1 in the afternoon, unless it was friday when his giro came. He looked forward to that so so much. Joe would ring his nanna Ida and say "Nanna can you do me a favour and cash my giro for me until monday?' She would always say yeah because he knew how to worm his way around her aswel.

It was Joe's cheekiness that everyone loved about him, he always knew what to say to people and would always have the last say. He was a cheeky but loveable character.

Joe had a tough exterior, but inside he was a big softie. He would to anything for his family or his friends and he was always there for them when he needed them. Joe's sister Lauren told people at "Joe's Party" how he used to get his quilt for her to lie on the settee with and how he used to run to shop to get her a lucozade and tell her to "get it down your neck it'll make you better" . Joe was everybody's best friend and everyone loved him. Although he did have a really close group of friends who Joe said were 'his boys' these are Salter, Karl, Billy, Baby G and Kurt. There are probably many others but these were his closest friends, Joe always looked out for his friends and respected them so much and in return they respected him. Joe thought a lot of his friends and he will always be in their hearts and thoughts.

It wasn't just his friends Joe doted on but also his family. Joe and his mam Tricia had such a special bond, Joe knew how his mam worked and knew how to get what he wanted from her, it was just the way they were with each other. Joe and his dad Andy were not just father and son, they were best mates, they would often sit there and talk to eachother about things they didnt tell anyone else. Joe was really protective of his sister Lauren, even though they used to argue with each other like every brother and sister do, Joe did love her and would do anything for her.

A very special person in Joes life was his ex girlfriend Leigh they had there ups and downs,but I do believe they would of got back together .Leigh was the only girl Joe ever really loved and i know we had our differences,but I thank Leigh for makin Joe so happy while they were together. If Joe was happy then I was.


Joe has such a large family and he would do anything for each and everyone of them and he loved them all so much and thought a lots about each of them.

Everyone knew Joe as a Jack the Lad, a loveable rouge. He was always seen riding around Preston Road on his Mam's shopper with a Joint in his hand because that was one thing Joe really did love, whenever Joe had a Joint in his hand he had a big smile on his face, but when he didnt he wasnt so smily. He loved his Joint, it was his way of chilling out and relaxing himself.

On February 11th 2008, Joe was tragically taken from his beloved friends and family. Joe died from a single stab wound to the heart. A silly argument had taken place and Joe had stood up for his friend Billy. Some coward who couldn't settle an argument with words or a man to man fight was carrying a weapon. Joe always said that people who carried weapons were cowards and he was totally right. Joe died before he got to the hospital, doctors tried all they could but they could not save him.

All because of some thoughtless, heartless coward many peoples lives have been turned upside down. Everyone who has ever met Joe will never feel the same again because such a special person has been taken from them.

On 12th March 2008 it was Joe's Party. More then 300 people turned up to celebrate Joe's life and to pay respects to someone who meant so much to them. It was a day no one will ever ever forget. It will be remembered as a party that 'Joey D ov P.R.E' would be proud of. He will have been up there watching and been so proud of all of the things that everyone did for him and so proud of all the people that turned up to pay their respects to him.

Joe will always be in everyones hearts and thoughts, he will always be remembered as the loveable rouge who had a cheeky smile for everyone. Joe was one in a million, he was the best son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin and friend that anyone could ask for. We have been left with countless happy memories of Joe and that is how we will always remember him.


(The thing Lewis Gray was found guilty of Joes murder and recieved a life sentance of 15half years.Gray an evil parasite had to use a weapon a pure coward.Others too were involved in Joes murder but were never brought to court.But we know the truth and this will never go away I will get my revenge for my son if its the last breath I take then so be it.


This is now by Unknown
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life.

Normal for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, Febuary 11th .

Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or birthday party...yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket.

Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything.

Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.

Normal is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.

Normal is having the TV on the minute I walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.

Normal is staring at every child who looks like he is my child's age. And then thinking of the age he would be now and not being able to imagine it. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.

Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in my heart.

Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of my "normal".

Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child's memory and his birthday and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.

Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special my child loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.

Normal is having some people afraid to mention my child.

Normal is making sure that others remember him.

Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.

Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse sometimes, not better.

Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare. Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.

Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because I know my mental health depends on it.

Normal is realizing I do cry everyday.

Normal is disliking jokes about death or funerals, bodies being referred to as cadavers, when you know they were once someone's loved one.

Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.

Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.

Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in England, Australia, Canada, the Netherlands and all over the USA, but yet never having met any of them face to face.

Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.
Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God. "God may have done this because..." I love God, I know that my child is in heaven, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why healthy children were taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.

Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food.


Normal is avoiding McDonald's and Burger King playgrounds because of small, happy children that break your heart when you see them.

Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a God.

Normal is knowing I will never get over this loss, in a day or a million years.

And last of all, Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal".

THIS IS HOW EVERY GRIEVING PARENT MUST FEEL AS ITS ONLY ANOTHER PARENT WHO FEELS THIS PAIN WHO UNDERSTANDS THESE WORDS