In a moving victim impact statement, read to the court after Mark Bridger was found guilty of murdering April Jones, her mother Coral describes the pain of losing her youngest daughter.
I am Coral Joyce Jones and I am the mother of April Sue Lyn Jones.
In addition to previous statements I have made I also wish to make a statement in relation to the devastating effect the loss of our beautiful daughter April has had on me and my family.
Words alone cannot describe how we are feeling or how we manage to function on a daily basis and I would never ever want any other family to go through what we are and will go through for the rest of our lives.
April was born prematurely weighing only 4lbs 2ozs and was in intensive care for two weeks.
She has always been a little fighter and we later found out that she had a hole in her heart and a heart murmur.
When she was around three years old we noticed that she was becoming clumsy, so after numerous visits to the doctors they finally diagnosed April with cerebral palsy down her left side from her hip to her leg. She became a guinea pig for other children in that she was measured for a special suit to support her growing bones and if this suit was successful they would make suits for other children.
We would have to massage her legs and get her to do exercises because she would have pain in her legs constantly. She very rarely moaned about the pain and would be always on the go wanting to go out to play with her friends.
I will live with the guilt of letting her go out to play on the estate that night for the rest of my life – Coral Jones
April ruled our lives. She was the youngest and because of her various disabilities we would have to provide some kind of care for her all the time.
Paul would get her ready for school and then I would be there when she came home. I still cannot go into her bedroom to sort out her clothes, because the pain of her not being there is indescribable.
I have to watch (her sister) and (her brother) grieve for the loss of their little sister whom they would carry upstairs because sometimes she was in too much pain to walk.
I have to see people whom I have known for years cross the road to avoid me because they do not know what to say to me.
At Christmas I tried to make it as normal as possible but would find myself breaking down in tears when I would be in a shop and I would see April’s favourite Little Kitty things and anything pink, which was her favourite colour.
I broke my heart whilst writing Christmas cards and wondered whether I should put April’s name on the cards. In the end I decided to just put a pink bow instead of April’s name as a symbol of hope for our lovely girl.
I will never forget the night of 1st October 2012. This was the night that we allowed our daughter April to go out to play with her friends, something she has done hundreds of times before, and this is the night that she never came home.
Since that night, the estate is quiet, as the children are no longer allowed to go out to play as they used to.
As April’s mother I will live with the guilt of letting her go out to play on the estate that night for the rest of my life.
She fought to come into the world, she fought to stay in this world, and he has taken her not only from us, but from everyone who loved her.
I will never see her smile again or hear her stomping around upstairs and onto the landing.
We will never see her bring home her first boyfriend and Paul will never walk her down the aisle.
How will we ever get over it?