James Patrick Bulger came into the world on March 16th of 1990, a little bundle of life and energy right from the start: huge, friendly blue eyes that resembled those on the face of a Precious Moments doll; big trusting smile.....
Denise (Bulger) Fergus, on her website, speaks of the joy she and her husband felt just by looking into their firstborn child's tiny bed and watching him lay there sleeping. He was their first child that had lived, Denise having given birth to a stillborn baby girl before he came along. They had such dreams for James.....such hope that he would someday grow into a strong, healthy young man surrounded by love and all the happiness life could offer him......
According to Denise, James was a "very bright little boy." He seemed to love her company and would often come running to her with a book and ask her to read as he sat in her lap. He loved trains, cars, anything that moved really; and it's apparent Jamie was also a friendly child, not very afraid of meeting new people. Sadly, we can figure this one out because of the fact that he didn't run or even hesitate when beckoned by the two older boys who would later take his life.
James apparently did a good bit of chattering and could spend hours watching videos and making comments about them to his "mum."
Denise spoke of a time when James told her her perfume "smelled lovely," and recalled many times when he had told her he loved her.
When I look at this child's picture I can't possibly fathom why he had to die the way he did. There's something horrible about a child dying anyway, but when a child dies the kind of death James died, the world all of a sudden seems like one big hellhole (which it is).
But more on his murder later, this particular page is actually supposed to reflect James's life, which was a short one, but full of happiness for both him and Ralph and Denise.
