Day 96: Oxford Bus Museum #107days

Day 96 was adopted by Brigid Greaney and Kathy Liddell. They wanted to do something with some dudes and dudettes to honour LB and connect with one of his favourite places. Here’s why they got involved:

Like many others who have supported the #107days of action campaign we had never met LB or his family but were both following Sara’s blog, which quite frankly was often the highlight of certainly my day. So well written, funny, inspirational, I would devour it word for word and would frequently recite chunks of it to anyone who would listen regaling the antics of LB, even forwarding it on to my husband who became a convert himself. Then that fateful day. Will anyone ever forget that posting on July 4 2013? 18 words that turned the lives of a family upside down. We felt shock, rage, despair and we had never even met them… we couldn’t even begin to comprehend what they must be going through.

As mothers of young ‘dudettes’ with severe learning disabilities, one of who also suffers from epilepsy we are both well aware of what it is like to have to entrust our young adults to those who deem to know best. A fine balance between letting go so they can develop some independence but wanting to be involved so we can help smooth the path before them so that those inevitable challenges don’t seem quite so insurmountable. As parents we all want the best for our children so why wouldn’t we want to work with those also entrusted to support and care for our loved ones. 18 years of parenting doesn’t just stop overnight as I well know. I’m also a parent to a 21, 22 and 23 year old and am still very involved in helping them make decisions so why wouldn’t we still want to do so for our 18 year olds who need that extra support. Isn’t that what good parenting is all about? So to read that LB who so obviously adored his family, loved life to the full and enjoyed nothing more then making people laugh had died in the care of others was both frightening and heart wrenching!

Here’s what they decided to do:

Like many others we wished there was something we could do to help… but how do you make a difference to a family whose lives were torn apart by what we now know to be a preventable death in a supposedly caring and supportive environment? When the #107days of action was born we knew we had to support it somehow and wanted to do something that was meaningful to our young people, something that they could relate to and something that LB would have appreciated.

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So yesterday we took a group of our young dudes and dudettes to visit one of LB’s favourite places, the Oxford Bus Museum in Long Hanborough. One of the things that came across in his Mum’s blog was LB’s passion for buses and all things transport and the enjoyment he got from visiting these places over and over again. Despite living nearby most of our young people have never been here before so we hope that by bringing them here, even though they will not have the pleasure or privilege of meeting LB they will be able to walk in his footsteps and see some of the things that were meaningful to him. And who knows… maybe just one of them will become as passionate about transport as LB and if that’s one of his legacies then his unnecessary death will not have been totally in vain and his family will have the pleasure of knowing that LB has left his mark in the best possible way.

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Usually with these posts we don’t report on the success of an action because they’re taking place on the day (there may be more we can do re capturing them, more of that later on after #107days and we’ve had a wee break from blogging for summer). However, Kathy and Brigid’s trip happened yesterday which means we know how successful it was, we have the photos and they also sent this lovely covering email, the comment about the staff made my eyes leak a little:

Attached are a couple of  photos from our trip to the bus museum today. It was a glorious time – the staff were fantastic and put on a bus ride for us which was a great success and more importantly the kids loved it – including my own daughter who had a fab time going in and out of all the buses. So it achieved in a small way what we wanted it to do and introduced our kids to a place much loved by LB. More importantly the staff there remember him obviously very fondly and were really chuffed today to find out that LB stood for Laughing Boy. Thank you for allowing us to be part of such a worth while campaign! Kathy and Brigid

As ever, the thanks are all ours.

Day 87: Letters and buses #107days

Day 87 is another shared day, this time between Educational Rights Alliance and Carol Stott.

This is what ERA had to say about supporting #107days and #JusticeforLB:

Members of the Educational Rights Alliance were absolutely stunned to hear of Connor Sparrowhawk’s entirely preventable death. We wanted to add words of support to Connor’s family and friends at this dreadful time but, like all of us supporting the #107days campaign, we also wanted to DO something to make sure this never happened again.

Connor’s story cuts deep with us. We are all parents of children who happen to have disabilities and we are outraged by the indifference and hostility they sometimes encounter.

Urgent change is needed and we believe that ensuring respect for disabled people’s legal rights to dignity and equality is an essential first step in that process of change. The law already exists to protect our children but it does not operate to safeguard them in practice. Why?

We think we need to start demanding answers to difficult questions like this and that a good starting place lies in establishing political accountability. So, we have adopted Day 87 because we want to contribute to this process of change in a small way.

ERA volunteered to help, very early on, to support people to take actions themselves to contact their MP. This is what they’ve done:

We have drafted a letter that people can use to send to their MP. The template is here.

The letter can be used to inform your MP of the concerns around the use of Assessment and Treatment Units (ATUs) and to ask them to make inquiries about the use of ATUs in your constituency. It is only a template so it can be amended as you want.

There are two things to note:

1. You can write, fax or email your MP but MPs will generally only act on behalf of their constituents, so please check you are contacting the MP who represents your constituency. You can find out who your MP is here. The reports mentioned in the letter are all hyperlinked so if you send the letter by email, the MP’s staff will be able to access the information easily.

2. You can find out if there are any ATUs in your area by going to the NHS England site here and clicking on the link entitled Quarter Ending 31 March 2014: Excel workbook showing the data‘. If you click on the tab which says ‘Patients’, you will find information about which Trusts have patients. You could highlight those Trusts in your area in the letter to your MP. Otherwise, you can leave the template letter as it is.

We are making this commitment to the campaign: if you let us have copies of any responses you receive, we will produce a report for the #107days campaign based on this information. You can contact Debbie Sayers by email if you have any queries at any time and please leave a comment below this post with your name and the MP you have contacted. This isn’t essential but would give us some idea of who we’ve contacted.

While most of us are settling down to write letters this weekend, Carol is taking the much more active option and has set herself quite a challenge. This is why she’s supporting #107days and #JusticeforLB:

I didn’t know LB but I came across the #107 and #JusticeforLB campaigns on Facebook. For such a happy, loved and special young man to be subjected to what he was, is a personal tragedy for LB and his family and a national disgrace. We can’t sit back and let these things pass us by. We owe it to LB and to others like him to celebrate his life and his loves and to make the world aware of what happened.

Today Carol is travelling around London, on as many London buses as she can, taking photos of as many as possible (hopefully 107) to make a bus collage.She is doing this raising awareness and funds for JusticeforLB. You can follow her progress on twitter here or on facebook here. You can donate to her efforts here.

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Day 81: We won’t ever stop the bus #107days

Day 81 was adopted by Izzi and it builds on yesterday’s post Busking for Justice, while also standing alone (so you don’t have to have read yesterday’s, but really why wouldn’t you?). This post also includes links to awesome performances which are well worth checking out.

This is why Izzi wanted to support #107days and #JusticeforLB:

I’m struggling to know where to start, my whole life I have wanted to write and I always have plenty of middle but no beginning or end. Much like Connor’s and the Augustines’ stories, both ongoing and timeless. I wasn’t there for the start of either story and I know they will live on far beyond me in the hearts of all who hear them.

I heard about Richard, Sara and Connor before I met them. Back in 2007 the new fella in my life, John (aka Busker John/Kid Rage) as Richard’s new ‘employee’ spoke fondly of them and very highly of Sara’s lectures. I can’t remember when we first met but I felt like I had always known them and was immediately accepted into the fold. I am the baby of my family and as my older brother and sister grew up 5 years ahead of me I wished that I had younger siblings. Connor and his brothers and sister very quickly came to feel like surrogate little sibs.

At a bit of a hard time for me in 2009, returning to the ‘real world’ after travelling with John in India, straight into the recession, struggling over whether or not to be a traditional classroom teacher, Sara asked me to do some child minding for Connor and Tom and I leapt at the chance. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with those dudes of an afternoon.

Some of my fondest memories of Connor are simply sitting in the living room: Bess snuggled beside me; Stan adoringly attached to Connor’s lap; Tom on the floor with his Lego; Coach Trip, Police Interceptors or Horrible Histories on in the background. I used to watch Connor more than the TV, not to ‘mind’ him but taking delight in his absolute focus and dedication to the things he loved. I learned so much from our LB.

Actually I don’t think my career mentoring children in care would have started without LB and his family, and I know John feels similarly about his work. I definitely mentioned Connor in my interview. Real people, real emotions, real face-aching laughter and bundles of genuine love and care for friends and strangers alike.

We moved further away and naturally lost touch a bit but always revisited stories of Connor. I was thrilled when Sara started her blog as I could keep up with their lives despite the distance. Just like Beck from Day 60, it was the first and only blog I’ve had email alerts for. I would read out the stories to John and we’d be crying with laughter, then gradually pulling our hair out as times became increasingly difficult and scary. I wish I’d let Sara know more often how much their battle raged within us and about the thoughts and good vibes we were sending their way.

Then those words, seared into my mind’s eye, appeared in my inbox one sunny afternoon last July.

Never have any words affected me so completely or baffled me beyond any recognition or belief. I had to show John as I couldn’t say them out loud but he wouldn’t believe it was a real post for a long time. I rang my parents crying down the phone in a way I only remember doing as a young child realising that I could never be Peter Pan.

So that’s why I love Connor and his family so wholeheartedly and what made me want to do something, however small, for #107days. I owe Connor so much and he taught me to keep listening to and learning from young people.

To be honest at this point I think if Izzi had just shared that context it would have given me enough food for thought today, but no, context isn’t enough for Izzi and here her post continues with why she has adopted today.

Connor’s story needs to be shouted on the rooftops until something significant changes. I wish I held the magic wand. I was humbled and in awe of everyone’s creativity throughout this campaign and struggled to think about what I could do (beginning issues strike again!) I was very fortunate that the answer found me in a surreal, ‘this only happens to other people’ way.

Nearly 2 years ago, 364 days before Connor died, I took John to the O2 Academy Oxford on a whim to a BBC Introducing gig for about 6 quid. A band whose album he had just bought, We Are Augustines, (now just ‘Augustines’) were headlining. Sweet, we thought, we like the sound of them. It turned out to be one of the best gigs we’d ever been to. Despite only hearing a couple of their songs in John’s little green fiesta (which, incidentally, came to a sticky end on the M40 on the way to Connor’s funeral), I was bouncing away at the front and singing along in no time. To our surprise, the whole band came out afterwards and sat with us, chatting and just hanging out. Again, real people, real emotions and bundles of genuine love and care for friends and strangers alike. We listened to the album on the way home, completely pumped and blown away by the energy and emotion in every song.

We found out more about the band and learnt that a lifetime of tragedy and grief had been poured into this record, which went some way to explaining its gut-punching impact on heart and soul. (You can read more about their story here: Augustines) Billy McCarthy, the frontman of the band was in foster care in the US as a child which again struck a massive resounding chord on my ‘corporate parenthood’ strings (hate that phrase but the sentiment behind it is genuine).

I’m not one to exaggerate but if you’ve ever read Philip Pullman’s ‘His Dark Materials’ or watched the movie of ‘The Golden Compass’ the silence at the end of each song or gig feels a little like, I imagine, the intercision of your daemon. A little vital piece of you that you didn’t really know existed, is torn away and left exposed. I bought the (now vintage!) T-shirt, spread the word and started a fairly healthy obsession with their record. Like Connor with Keane (then drum ‘n’ bass!) I would listen on repeat, watch YouTube videos and basically never get enough of them.

Last year, John mentioned one day that one of their songs ‘Headlong into the Abyss’ made him think about Connor and he’d unconsciously adapted the words in his head. I realised it had also started to mean more to me and I would sing at top volume driving to work wondering how I could still see past my blurry eyes. The lyrics that resonated so much with Connor’s life were/became:

“We were headlong into the abyss…in a red routemaster [four-door sedan] and a kid that always questioned [stuttered]. We stole it for the feeling of stealing. And drove it like our days had been stolen…

Our wheels touched the highway we travelled on down from the valley that raised us up to shrink down. It gave us the drive to keep driving from dreary and dread, to make bets we could not afford to; Call the police! Call your shrink! Call whoever you want but I won’t stop the bus [car]! Call the police, call your priest, call whoever you want call in the National Express [National Guard] I ain’t gonna wait around, ain’t gonna wait around for some pill to kick in…”

Last month we were able to see Augustines for the 4th time, back in the O2 Academy Oxford, now just down the road having moved back. After another ‘is this really happening’ gig, Billy and the gang took to the streets (our very own Cowley Road) for an acoustic set then on to The Library pub for a final singalong. We were able to meet the band again, buy them a drink and sit with Billy into the early hours (on a school night too!). What I love about their second album is that their past experiences and grief run like a lifeline throughout, but there’s an overwhelming twist towards hope and the joy of living, especially in ‘Now You Are Free’, which I feel is mirrored by the hope and passion of this campaign.

I plucked up the courage and inspiration from #107days to ask Billy if I could share a very sad story about ‘Headlong’ with him. He listened intently and was clearly moved, drawing some parallels with his own personal story. Amazingly, Billy offered guest tickets to their final gig of the UK tour that Friday in my home city, Birmingham, along with the possibility of doing something for Connor during the gig. I explained how much that would mean to all of us and we left feeling rather stunned.

After a few emails with Billy I realised that it was quite an ask for them to change the very last UK show of their life-changing tour at last minute, especially as ‘Headlong’ was their opening song. I told him that even the offer was enough and he said he’d be around for a hug and a chat after. I don’t have to tell you that the gig was phenomenal (skipping over a brief issue with the guest tickets not being on the door!)

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Ever true to his word, Billy had more time for us than I could have anticipated (possibly not out of choice?!). In tribute to Connor, I gave Billy an LB bus postcard, which I hope will travel at least as far as New York with him (photo please Billy?!) and also a little Travel West Midlands toy bus. The bus was a gift from my oldest friend, Leanne Curl (who also came to the gig) when I moved to Oxford, in memory of all the buses we shared on our long trip to school every day for 7 years. We never lost the excitement of being upstairs on a double decker (to this day!) I asked Billy to hold onto it for me as it was even more special since Connor died; it poignantly found its way onto our bathroom sink soon after 4th July and became a bittersweet reminder of our favourite dude and his bus collection. I hope it has great adventures with Billy and the band, wherever it ends up.

So this is as good a place as any to stop writing, but it is certainly not the end and Connor, my little brother, I still see you riding off into the distance on the top deck of the U1; we won’t ever stop the bus.

A huge hug and thank you to John, who keeps me smiling even when I don’t feel like it; Leanne; Sara, Richard and co; Billy and all the Augustines for being the most ‘real’ band I know. And last but never least, Laughing Boy, for everything.

You can hear Augustines for yourself singing Headlong into the Abyss and see them after their Oxford gig in two street appearances, here and here.

Day 79: Buses, cake and prosecco #107days

Day 79 was adopted by Sara’s colleagues at Oxford, and Ulla explains below what they are up to and why:

What I’d really want to do today is to take Sara for a knees-up in London. Tequilas and all. That plan is still very much going to materialise but for now it will need to wait. Today we are doing something more constructive, as a collective of Sara’s colleagues. Various people from our group at Oxford have adopted days individually or in groups but we felt it was important to come together as a whole group too to adopt a day in support for Sara, and in Connor’s memory.

Let’s get one thing out there; Sara is one sublime academic. Many people following her blog online might not be as aware of her incredible academic standing and achievements, and the unparalleled speed and integrity with which her career has developed, under not a remotely standard set of circumstances. I personally have never met an academic quite as creative, engaged, straight-talking, believable, productive, inclusive and unassuming as Sara. Oh and did I say productive? She sits outside the box. If you check on Wikipedia (not that we’d ever do that), there’s Sara’s reluctant photo next to ‘lateral thinking’ (her picture is probably next to ‘publishing at speed’ too). Sara, like Connor, is one special person to know and to work with.

Our work is about listening to people’s stories, giving people space and respect and helping other people hear those stories. This, in essence, is what we hope that Day 79 will go towards achieving. We want to help more people hear Connor’s story. To listen and to act. What we are doing is hosting a ‘Buses, Cake and Prosecco’ event at our department, The Nuffield Department of Primary Care Health Sciences at the University of Oxford, on June 6. Connor loved buses, we love Prosecco and everyone loves cakes. Luring fellow academics and health professionals in with some cake is of course only a cover. What we really want to do is make everyone aware of Connor’s story, the appalling state of provision for young learning disabled people at our doorstep and to raise more awareness of and funds for #justiceforLB.

Not everyone in our group ever got to meet Connor, now everyone wishes they’d had. Most of us were in the office the day he died, gathered on the sofas for the devastating news, most went to his funeral and everyone has been shaken to the core. Many of us think of Sara’s and Richard’s pain every day, when we share a coffee or grab a sandwich together at lunchtime. When we read a new paper that triggers a thought or at the bus stop, waiting for the red bus. It’s not always said out loud but we always, always care. And that’s why we adopted Day 79.

 

Day 47: Indignation and initiative vs ‘institutional inertia’ #107days

We are now on Day 47 of #107days, rapidly approaching our half way point, and we are delighted to share with you a post written by Saba Salman, who adopted today. Saba wrote the initial piece on LB’s death and #JusticeforLB, published in the Guardian on Day 0. It has been phenomenally heartening to see an independent person’s take on our campaign, but we’ll leave you to judge that for yourselves:

Imagine if you had £3,500 a week to run a campaign, consider the awareness you could raise with even a tenth of that.

Now multiply £3,500 – the average weekly cost of a place at an assessment and treatment unit (ATU) – by 3,250 – the number of learning disabled people in such units. That’s an indicator of the costs involved in using controversial Winterbourne View-style settings.

Just over a year ago, 18-year-old Connor Sparrowhawk, aka Laughing Boy or LB, was admitted to a Southern Health NHS Trust ATU where he died an avoidable death 107 days later.

In contrast to the vast amounts spent by commissioners on places like the one where LB died, the #JusticeforLB campaign sparked by his death is ‘funded’ solely by goodwill. No PR team crafting on-message missives, no policy wonks collating information, no consultants advising on publicity.

#107days of action began on Wednesday 19 March, a year to the day Connor went into Slade House, and continues until the first anniversary of his death, Friday 4 July 2014. Half the aim – and I’ll come to the other half at the end of this post – is to “inspire, collate and share positive actions being taken to support #JusticeforLB and all young dudes”. The goal is to capture the “energy, support and outrage” ignited by LB’s death.

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This post, around halfway through #107days and written from the perspective of having reported on #JusticeforLB at the start of the campaign, looks at what’s been achieved so far.

I’m not describing the “abject failure” of progress to rid social care of Winterbourne-style settings – care minister Norman Lamb’s words – the sort of apologies for care where compassion is often as absent as any actual assessment or treatment. Nor do I write about the errors at Southern (you can read here about the enforcement action from health regulators after a string of failures). I want to explain, from my interested observer’s standpoint, the impact of #107days and what might set it apart from other awareness drives.

It’s a timely moment to do this. It is now three years since Winterbourne, less than a week after Panorama yet again highlighted abuse and neglect in care homes and a few days since new information on the use of restraint and medication for people in units like LB’s. The campaign reflects not only the importance of #JusticeforLB, but also an unmet need to finally change attitudes towards vulnerable people (and it’s not as if we don’t know what “good care” looks like).

There is a palpable sense that the #107days campaign is different. Talking to journalists, families, activists, academics, bloggers and social care providers, the word “campaign” doesn’t adequately define #107days. It’s an, organic, evolving movement for change, a collaborative wave of effort involving a remarkably diverse range of folk including families, carers, people with learning disabilities, advocates, academics and learning disability nurses.

It’s worth noting the campaign’s global reach. LB’s bus postcard has been pictured all over the UK and as far away as Canada, America, Ireland, France, Majorca and São Paulo. LB has touched a bus driver in Vancouver and brownies in New Zealand.

Because of the blog run by Connor’s mother Sara Ryan (launched long before his death), LB and his family are not mere statistics in a report or anonymised case study “victims” in yet another care scandal. Instead we have Connor: a son, brother, nephew, friend, schoolmate, neighbour – and much more – deprived of his potential. We forget neither his face and personality nor the honest grief of a family facing “a black hole of unspeakable and immeasurable and incomprehensible pain”.

Yet while anger and angst has sparked and continues to fan #107days, the overwhelming atmosphere is optimistic. There is the sense that outrage, can should and will force action (and it’s worth mentioning, as #JusticeforLB supporters have stressed, exposing bad care begs a focus on good care – lest we forget and tar all professional carers with the same apathetic brush).

Both in its irreverent attitude and wide-ranging activity, this is no orthodox campaign. It is human and accessible because of its eclectic and inclusive nature (see, for example, Change People’s easy read version of the report into Connor’s death). And at the heart of the campaign lie concrete demands. In its bottom-up, social media-driven, grassroots approach and dogged determination, #107days has a hint of the Spartacus campaign against welfare cuts (Spartacus activist Bendy Girl is supporting #JusticeforLB through her work with the newly formed People First England).

As for impact so far, daily blogposts have attracted over 25,000 hits with visitors from 63 countries. There have been 7,000 or so tweets (which pre-date #107days) 1,380 followers, the #justiceforLB hashtag has been used more than 3,560 times and the #107days hashtag more than 2,000 times in the last month (thanks to George Julian for the number crunching). So far, the total amount raised for Connor’s family’s legal bills is around £10,000.

I can’t list each #107day but suffice it to say that the exhaustive activities and analysis so far include creative and sporting achievements highlighting the campaign as well as education-based events (or as Sara described progress on only Day 6 of #107: “Tiny, big, colourful, grey, staid, chunky, smooth, uncomfortable, funny, powerful, mundane, everyday, extraordinary, awkward, shocking, fun, definitely not fun, political, politically incorrect, simple, random, harrowing, personal, in your face, committed, joyful, loud, almost forgettable, colourful and whatever events”).

Along with blogs, beach art and buses in Connor’s name, there’s an LB truck, the tale of two villages’ awareness-raising, a hair-raising homage, autobiographical posts about autism, siblings’ stories, sporting activities, and lectures. And patchwork, postcards, pencil cases, paddling (by a 15-year-old rower) and petition-style letters (open to signatures).

It’s worth noting that while learning disability should be but isn’t a mainstream media issue, there have been pieces in the Guardian and Daily Telegraph plus important coverage on Radio 4 , BBC Oxford and in the specialist pressBBC Radio Oxford‘s Phil Gayle and team have followed developments relentlessly and Sting Radio produced an uplifting show on the first day of the campaign. While some of this coverage pre-dates #107days, it reflects how media attention has been captured solely thanks to the efforts of Connor’s family and supporters (links to other coverage are on Sara’s blog).

As for reaching the key figures who could help make the changes #107days wants, the campaign has had contact with health secretary Jeremy Hunt, care minister Norman Lamb, chief inspector of adult social care Andrea Sutcliffe and Winterbourne improvement programme director Bill Mumford, care provider organisations and staff.

Earlier, I described the first half of #107days’ aims to “inspire, collate and share positive actions” and capture the “energy, support and outrage” ignited by LB’s death. Based on the efforts and impact so far, and the campaign is clearly on track.

But the remaining target – to “ensure that lasting changes and improvements are made” – is more elusive, largely because it lies outside the responsibility and remit of members of the #107days campaign.

Contrast the collective nerve, verve, indignation and initiative of the last 46 days to what Norman Lamb calls the historic “institutional inertia” of NHS and local government commissioners, a cultural apathy undermining plans to move more people out of Winterbourne-style units.

The existence and continued use of ATUs might be a challenging and seemingly intractable problem. But that’s not good enough a reason for commissioners – and those who run and govern such places – to ignore the problem. There are good intentions coming from some in authority; people just need to put their collective muscles where their mouths are. Doing that sometime during the remaining 60 days of the campaign for Connor seems like the right thing to do.

Day 33: Fulfilling ambitions #107days

We’re coming up to a third of the way through #107days and we are delighted to share that a number of LB’s ambitions have been met, so Day 33 is focusing on fulfilling ambitions. This weekend Sara wrote a post reflecting on LB’s future and the lack of ‘loss of potential future’ narrative; one thing we all know is LB’s love of London and of buses, indeed it is his artwork of a London bus, that has become the visual symbol of #JusticeforLB. You can read Richy Rich’s words to learn more about the context of this, especially the last paragraph.

So we know LB wanted Connor Co and last week Ally Rogers found it in Urbana, Illinois:

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Connor Co wouldn’t have worked without a fleet of vehicles though. To quote his Mum from another post introducing the fleet, which kicked off with the help of Mrs Buhweet pulling a few bus strings:

The dude had massive, steadfast, consistent dreams around ConnorCo and a fleet of vehicles. There are now three (3??) double decker school buses dedicated to him. Just makes me cry. With more to come on the fleet front…

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So the LB ripples will continue for many years to come. Hundreds of school children will travel on those buses in the coming weeks and months, and we hope that LB will live on in a small way with every one of them.

There is another small movement trying to ensure that the lessons of the preventable nature of LB’s death are learnt across the globe, through the challenge to ‘Draw a Bus for LB’, heavily supported by Beckie and a number of people on our facebook page.

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Atawhai Brownies in New Zealand drawing a Bus for LB – thanks to Karen

So far we have 54 buses, so we’re one over half way, but we still would like another 53.

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So if you have children (or adults) on holiday at the moment (you don’t have to be as creative as Becky and her family), but please do encourage them to draw a bus, then take a photo and post it on our facebook page, or tweet it to us, or failing all else you can email it to us. If drawing or colouring isn’t your thing then there are still a number of ways in which you can get involved with #107days, check them out here, and thanks again for all the support so far.

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