The last message Robert Keetley sent to his beloved mum was a reflection of just how unbreakable their mother and son bond was. She remembers his words well. They have stayed with her each day for the past 15 years. Her "Bobby" had said: "If raindrops were kisses, I would send you a shower".
That was the last time Jacqueline Mirfin spoke to her son. The 37-year-old, of Royston Close, The Meadows, was going out that night as he normally would. It was Saturday, April 28, 2007, and he headed to The New Foresters, St Ann's Street, Nottingham's oldest gay bar.
Jacque, as she prefers to be called, says her son often went out on his own and would then walk back from Nottingham city centre, along the River Trent, to where he lived in The Meadows. But he never made it home. He disappeared. "He used to phone me every single day", remembers Jacque, a retired grandmother of two. "On the Sunday, when he did not phone me, I said to my husband, 'this is so strange, he hasn't rung me'".
