Jack Colin Millward
(Formerly Jack Colin Ormsby)
My first born.
was born at 23:47 on 10/1/1997, at South Tyneside General Hospital,
the first son of both myself, and my then fiancee, Stephanie
Millward. He weighed in at 3.96Kg, or 8lb 12oz in old money.
Shortly after his birth, when I was on my way home from the hospital,
I experienced what I choose to call, a
Jack is a very happy little boy, and most of
the people who meet him agree that he is also (usually) a very
well behaved young man. I love him with all my heart, and maybe
these pages and pictures (when I get them put on this new site)
might help you understand why :)
I know, as his father, I'm naturally biased,
but I assure you, should you meet him, you'd fall in love with
him within minutes - he just has that effect on people. One of
the first things people I haven't seen in months or even years
often ask, is how he is - he just attaches himself to your memory
in a way that cannot be described with words alone.
Over the 6 or so years since his birth (depending
on how updated I manage to keep this site) he has given me many
a cherished memory, but there is one that stands out amongst them
all. I'd like to share this very special moment in my life - The
"I Love You" incident - as I've decided to call
Jack has a half brother, Dominic
Joshua Kirby, and a half sister, Bethany
Milne. Dominic is also mine, and while there is no direct
blood link between myself and Bethanie, I love her as much as
I would if she was my own. A situation has developed, as a result
of which I no longer have any contact with Dominic, mainly due
to the geographical distance between us, but I think about him
Like any kid, Jack has a very distinctive personality,
and what can only be called a frankly scary memory. The number
of times he has been told things, and then suddenly recalled them,
hours, days, weeks or even months later, having never mentioned
them in the interim is unbelievable.
Put simply, this little man is one of the lights
of my life, and without him in it, I might not be here today -
we all have weak moments, caused by depression and despair, and
I'd like to take the opportunity to thank this young man for dragging
me (kicking and screaming where required) through more than one
love you son, and I always will - you're in my thoughts, today
and every day. I cannot begin to describe the way I feel about
you, so I'm not going to belittle it by trying to. Just know that
you are, and will always remain, one of the most important things
in my life.
I am leaving soon for a new life in the United
States, but it is by no means an end to my past life. I will not
allow this mere geographical distance to separate us. I will make
every effort to remain a "real" father to you. You will
be in my thoughts every single day, of that I have no doubt, and
we will see and be in touch with each other as often as possible.
A few hours on an aeroplane will never break the bond we have.
This isn't the end of our lives together, it is simply the start
of a new phase in those lives. The reduction of the regular physical
contact between us will only serve to make those contacts all
the more precious and special. I promise you, on my life and soul,
we will remain a family son, always. I love you.