A half-empty packet of chewing gum, a crumpled fiver, a card holder, and a lottery ticket. It is the unremarkable contents of a pocket, getting dog-eared with age, yet Margaret and Barry Mizen treasure it.
This is what was in their 16-year-old son Jimmy’s pocket when he was murdered on May 10, 2008, 15 years ago next month.
It is not an easy collection to view.
