In Loving memory of Emma Elizabeth O'Mahoney 18/01/1978 - 02/12/2004 I first met Emma at Raquels nightclub in Basildon, Essex when she was just 15. A year later we began to see one another. Six years on, we moved in to a flat in Basildon town centre. On July 16th 2004, eleven years after we met, Emma and I married in Peterborough Cathedral. Four months later, my beautiful wife Emma, fell ill with flu like symptoms. I asked her not to go to work but she insisted that she would be okay. Throughout that week Emma worked from 8.30 until 21.00 so she could have extra money for Christmas. That Saturday night we had a mad one and on Sunday we stayed in bed recovering. On Monday we both went to work but Monday night Emma said that she felt ill. I told her to stay off work Tuesday and before leaving home I made up her bed and left her everything she needed nearby to make her comfortable. On Tuesday night when I get home Emma said she felt worse so I said I'd take her to hospital. Emma declined, insisting she was ok. On Wednesday morning Emma was too ill to go to work. I rang in sick for her, made her bed, gave her drinks and rang the Doctor for her. To make sure Emma was ok I took time off work to ensure the Doctor turned up and looked after her. When he arrived he diagnosed Emma as having inflamed lungs and prescribed her antibiotics. I sat up holding Emmas hand and stroking her hair all of Wednesday night. Neither of us slept. At 5 am I went to work. At 1pm I rang Emma to check she was ok and we talked about poxy curtains. At 4pm I finished work and went home to find Emma sitting downstairs on the sofa. I asked if she was ok. Emma said I love you Bernie, help me. I said, don't fuck about woman you are scaring me. Emma laughed and said I love you Bernie. Emma's eyes rolled in her head and she looked terrible. I rang a Doctor and told them to get here ASAP. I held Emma in my arms and she had a convulsion of some sort. I rang an ambulance and was instructed how to give Emma the kiss of life and how to get her heart beating. I felt her stop breathing and as I fought to save her life I felt her heart stop. My Emma had died in my arms aged 26. I remmember looking at a clock for some reason, it said the time was 19.16hrs and 06 seconds. When the paramedics arrived they fought for over an hour in my front room to revive her but I knew Emma was gone. I have never felt so alone in my life. Just four months after marrying my wife and a mere ten days before Christmas, I had to bury her. I've not just lost a wife, I have lost a true friend but she will live on in my heart and mind. Please bear her in your thoughts and prayers. Until we meet again Emmie, goodnight xxx