Before I talk about my Debs I would like to pay tribute to all the emergency services who attended the horrific accident in which she was involved. The police, the paramedics, the fire department, Dr Jane Anderson and the whole team at Wycombe Hospital who fought so hard to save Debs – thank you to all of you.
To PC Barry Williams and WPC Nicki Boldogh – thank you for being rocks at our most difficult time. To PC Mark Stedman, who at great personal risk and who in my opinion exceeded the call of duty, thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
To everyone else who has been there for us, thank you. Those who have travelled far and wide to be here today, thank you. We wouldn’t have got this far without your support.
The many cards, messages and floral tributes are of great comfort to Craig and me. And it is to them I turned and extracted words which describe Debs so well. So the words you are hearing will be extracts from the many tributes that we received for Debs. Mad, crazy, gorgeous, one in a million, unique, beautiful, full of life, the truest friend I will ever have, full of energy, charming, loving, beautiful eyes, infectious laugh, complete extrovert, highly popular, spontaneous, stunning, loyal, bubbly, full of vitality, very special, wonderful, ray of sunshine, always a star, fun loving character, a real asset, vibrant, a shining light, everyone’s friend, no words can do her justice, Heaven’s gain is the world’s loss. Someone else wrote saying he had cancer and Debs was the girl he turned to when down.
There were many kind words from her team at Lex. Let me assure you, as Ding’s mother I know only too well what her job meant to her. She was so excited about the job she was due to start in April but was concerned about leaving her present one. After much thought she told me that it would be OK because she would be able to pop in and say hello and still annoy them. Take it from me guys, she loved you all. I challenge you to find a replacement practical joker!
What am I going to miss? The deep friendship we shared, the cuddles, hearing her tell me how much she loved me, the daily phone calls so she could check up on me, the loud music, the slamming of the front door as she left for work, her unending and undivided loyalty, our arguments, our cup of tea time in the morning when we would discuss our plans for the day, begging her to let me squeeze the occasional spot which broke out on her face, cavorting on the dance floor with her at parties, hearing her tell me my jeans are too baggy, her singing, our retail therapy outings, that shared glass – or more like it – bottle of wine – the list is endless. There will be a very deep void in my life but one thing is for sure, I am so proud, humble, honoured and very privileged to be able to say I am Ding’s mother. I will love you forever babes. Please God, keep her safe.
Debbie Ing Memorial Fund 