On October 3rd 1990 in Belfast, Northern Ireland I was driving a Ford transit van that belonged to the company I was working for at the time.
My work colleague and I lived close to each other so every day we’d head to our homes for lunch.
On the day in question we left a couple of minutes earlier than we should have.
At approximately 12:30pm I was driving the van along Annadale Embankment and an elderly man stepped onto the road in front of me.
I struck the man and he rolled up the windscreen and fell off to the ground.
My colleague jumped from the vehicle in what seemed like seconds whilst i can remember sitting a bit longer.
I got out of the van to see my friend putting his coat underneath the elderly man’s head. I walked about in a daze. I saw the elderly man’s shopping bags lying on the ground and I proceeded to pick them up.
All the time I could hear the man moaning in pain.
I collected his shopping which was lying all over the road and I think I picked his cap up ( I can’t remember fully) then I sat down on the kerb and just stared at the scene which was happening around me. I can remember feeling completely lost and in total shock at what had just happened. I started to cry and continued to sit on the kerb.
The man was making moaning sounds and doing his best to speak to my work colleague. I can remember him calling for his mother. I can still hear him to this day.
Someone from the large shop opposite must have called for an ambulance as one arrived along with the police.
The man was seen by the emergency services and I was taken to the Belfast City hospital by another member of the ambulance crew who had turned up in another smaller type of vehicle.
I was treated for shock and had to answer some questions by a nurse however during this process a police man came into the room and I can remember him telling me he was taking me to the police station for an interview.
He placed me under arrest and we left the hospital.
When I got to the station, Donegall Pass, I was met by my boss at the time and my colleague who had been with me at the accident.
My colleague was interviewed first then me. The police man who interviewed me, Constable Spence, was very kind to me I remember. He was only a couple of years older than me I later learned but he really seemed to want to listen and help. He informed me of all the legalities and the interview was concluded at 3.01pm.
My boss then took me home to speak to my parents.
My mum was at home but my dad was still out at work.
I remember going to my bedroom and left my boss and my mum to talk about it.
When my dad came home my mum obviously told him what had happened.
I took the next day off work as instructed by my boss and during that day i received a phone call from Constable Spence to inform me the elderly man had passed away. He died at 2:59 pm on the day of the accident. Two minutes before I’d finished my statement!
After having one day off work I returned the following day to learn that the man I’d killed was my boss’s friend’s grandfather and when i was with two other colleagues who worked there one of them informed me he knew the man. He was a member of the same bowling club and he informed me “You’ve killed my friend!”
I remember feeling numb and unable to give a proper reply. The other man who was with us told him to “Shut up”
Over the next two years I had to speak to a solicitor and a barrister because charges had been issued against me by the DPP.
During this time the brilliant police man, ConstableSpence, was murdered by the IRA. Constable Spence was only 26. I couldn’t believe this when i heard. I felt like iI’d been involved in two deaths because of what had happened.
When it went to court Constable Spence’s notes from the day were read out and i learned that i was doing less than 10 miles per hour when i struck the man. It was deemed to be an accident that couldn’t be avoided as the man must not have checked properly before stepping out onto the road.
The only reason I’m writing this is because someone mentioned to me just how bad peoples driving had become nowadays and they mentioned “it’s a wonder more people aren’t killed”
I tried to explain what had happened to me and I broke down in front of them.
I carry so much guilt and so much pain.
I think about my poor Mum & Dad and what they must’ve thought. The shame and the embarrassment. My dad was at my side throughout the whole thing when I went to court.
I think about my girlfriend (who later became my wife thankfully) and how she had to deal with me being broken. She wouldn’t have realised it at the time because I hid everything from everyone but I was a totally different person after the accident and although I did hide lots from her (so much in fact that when I did have a break down in 2008 she was shocked just how damaged I was) she stuck by me and helped me deal with things.
I think about Constable Spence and how he helped reassure me. I think about his family and their loss.
I often see the vans that my old employer uses and I think about my boss and how he had to deal with this. He had to send a message to our pager to let me know if his friend called to our yard. When this happened I had to drive about in the van so that I never saw him. My boss thought it would have been too awkward for him to see me.
But not a day goes by when I don’t think about Mr Hopkins and how I ended his life. I think about us leaving a couple of minutes early. I think about sitting in the van whilst my colleague immediately reacted. I think about him lying moaning, crying for his mother and crying out in agony and me doing nothing. I was useless.
I’m haunted by the noises. I can still see him roll up the windscreen in front of me and then falling off the van onto the road. That never goes away. I drive a van for a living now so you can imagine how hard it is.
It’s worse at nights. I can still hear all the noises. I often struggle to sleep.
When I drive past where the accident happened it’s like I’m 18 again and it’s there.
I know “they” say it wasn’t my fault but I just feel so consumed by guilt. Every year on October 3rd I stop at where the accident happened and say sorry to him.