Just walk away

It’s hard to put my dad into words. He was very outgoing, very full of himself I guess, he didn’t lack any confidence at all. He was a good man, a very good man.

He was very logical in the way he approached things, but in the same breath he was one of the most caring and loving men I’ve ever met.

I was in Brighton at the time, and I got a phone call from my mum. She was in tears and she told me there had been an incident but she didn’t really tell me too much on the phone. I got picked up, came to the hospital and he was just lying there.

We found out what had happened – he’d been punched in the back of the head and then he’d fallen and hit his head twice.

We were at the hospital pretty much all morning. At about 1pm they came into the waiting room and told us that he wasn’t going to wake up.

Losing him has devastated us.

My mum’s not the same person she was before; none of us are.

It’s really hard to describe.

It’s impacted us all differently, we’ve all gone through different phases with it – I personally went through a phase where I didn’t get out of bed for two weeks.

I’m a 21-year-old man at university, and I understand people get into arguments and conflicts, but it’s so silly to waste two lives after one stupid, split decision.

I’d say to people; just think.

Just think about it.

Any conflict or confrontation you get into, in the long run it’s never worth it.

Like the campaign says, two lives get ruined – although with the families of everyone it’s more than two lives.

It’s just not worth it. Just walk away.

Just walk away.

This blog post was written by Joe, the son of Mark Munday, who was killed on Saturday 3 December after being punched in the back of the head. He is speaking out in support of the Bedfordshire Police One Punch, Two Lives campaign.

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I had hit rock bottom

I confided in colleagues. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I didn’t know how to fix my relationship.

I had been hiding how I felt for months. It was getting too much. I was struggling to function and it was affecting my work as well.

I had hit rock bottom.

I felt so desperate.

I thought about ending it, I thought it would solve everything.

I felt at the time it was my only way out.

But fortunately I was thrown a life line when my colleague eventually found me.

Despite me knowing what had happened was unacceptable, I thought it would get worse if he got into trouble.

I felt concerned and worried; I can’t judge his mood or what his actions might be.

Even with friends and family for support I was afraid. I was nervous.

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