|Birth: ||Sep. 27, 1995|
|Death: ||Aug. 22, 2007|
Rhys had a world of opportunities waiting for him, just as many of his classmates at Broad Square Primary School in Liverpool did. They were urged to grab those opportunities with both hands, and it appeared that Rhys already had that part figured out. He was easily the most popular boy in the school.
He was friendly, outgoing, completely mad about football and his personality endeared him to everyone. Rhys was also very bright and had just performed brilliantly in his SATs. He was expected to do exceptionally well at secondary school in September.
Both academically gifted and a talented sportsman the bright and outgoing lad's passion was the Everton Football Club. He was a season ticket-holder. Rhys was ten days away from beginning his studies at his new secondary school. On the day he died he had been shopping with his mother for a new school uniform and all of his school stuff was ready for the new year. He was a bit apprehensive at first, but he found out two of his mates were going and he was really looking forward to it. He would have been going to Fazakerley High School formerly Sherwood Lane.
He had a fondness for a giant cuddly gorilla toy on his bed that his parents had been trying to get rid of for ages because he's going to big school now and too big for a cuddly gorilla. But he wouldn't let it go. He'd had it so long he wouldn't let them throw it out. It still sat on his bed. He also had an obsession with using rolled-up socks as `footballs` to kick around his room. His parents wondered why they would get odd socks from Rhys in the wash all the time and now they've found out. They found in his room on top of the wardrobe were loads of rolled-up balls of socks. He would take his socks off when he got home from school, roll them into a ball and play football in his room. When he kicked them against the wall, they'd end up on top of his wardrobe and he was too small to reach up and get them down. He would always be with a ball at his feet, ever since he could walk.
Like all lads his age, he wanted to be a footballer or a policeman. He would have all his mates, and all the kids in the street, in his back garden for a kick-around. The frequent games of football, and the consequent damage to the lawn, persuaded his dad to replace the grass with a stretch of Astroturf. Rhys was always off for a game of football with his mates. You couldn't get him to sit down for his tea because someone was always at the door for him. He was a boy who could have gone on to do so many things. He might have been a brilliant doctor, he might have been anything. But for Rhys his future disappeared in a pub car park when he was shot as he walked home from a football training session after playing in his favorite team's shirt. He was only 11 years old.
**Thankyou to marlene for sponsoring Rhys's memorial**
Metropolitan Borough of Liverpool
Created by: darealjolo
Record added: Aug 23, 2007
Find A Grave Memorial# 21091719