| Location | Harlow, Essex |
| Age | 89 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 27/07/1912 |
| Date of Death | 12/12/2001 |
| Visitors | 1,265 since 10/02/2009 |
| Creator |
At last I can put into words the way I felt about my dear mum.I loved her with all my heart. She was
my friend, my confidant, always there for me.One of the most kindest, giving human beings. The world
is a poorer place without her. She taught me everything that is good in life and I hope I will
always live up to her expectations. She is still here guiding me I am sure and whenever I feel that
I need reassurance I know she is there to give it. Everyone loved her. A pure spirit.She lived to 89
but for the last seven years of her life developed Alziemers and didn't know me but she did say one
day that I had kind eyes which meant a lot to me. .It is a very hard thing to deal with and there
were many times that I have cried my eyes out and I still remember feeling so helpless.It has been
eight years now and I still miss her voice on the telephone and the lovely chats we used to have
before she was ill. She always used to sing when she was doing thw washing up. Her favourite was
Perry Como.
I will always miss her no matter how many years go by.
------♥♥------Put This
----♥♥-♥♥--- -On Your
---♥♥---♥♥-- -page If
---♥♥---♥♥-- -You Know
---♥♥---♥♥-- -Someone
----♥♥-♥♥--- -Who Died
-----♥♥♥------ Of
----♥♥-♥♥--- -cancer And
---♥♥---♥♥-- --You Love
--♥♥-----♥♥- --Very Much
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Our Reunion in Heaven Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
We weren't prepared that day,
When God called you away.
So many tears we cried,
Longing to keep you at our side.
How we loved and missed you so,
And weren't ready to let you go,
But it gives us comfort to know,
Within the twinkling of our eyes,
You entered into paradise.
A place with beauty beyond measure,
Eternal happiness and treasure,
Where you have no more pain or tears,
Nor sorrow, worries, and fears.
Although, for now, we are apart,
Your precious memories live in our heart,
Until God calls us each to heaven's door,
Where we'll be reunited, forever more
Author Unknown
SENT WITH
LOVE x x x
The sun came up this morning
It wasn't very bright
My dark mood cast a shadow
It's hard to see the light.
We all have just one mother
And, now her life is done
The emptiness and loss I feel
Makes it hard to see the sun.
Tomorrow is a brand new day
May the pain and sadness lighten
I will remember all her love
And, the sky will brighten.
Gone is not forgotten
Her love remains behind
She's traveled in a new direction
Love knows no space or time.
I will always love her
She will guide me from above
She will send me starlight and rainbows
To remind me of her love
Unknown
♥Love Lives On♥
(Amanda Bradley)
♥Those we love
are never really lost to us -
we feel them
in so many special ways-
through friends
they always cared about
and dreams they left behind,
in beauty that they added to our days...
in words of wisdom we still carry with us
and memories that never will be gone...
Those we love are never really lost to us -
For everywhere their special love lives on♥
LOVE AS
ALWAYS
CLARE x
✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞
When Great Trees Fall
(Maya Angelou)
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞
MY MAMA's GARDEN
Her heart is like her garden,
Old-fashioned, quaint and sweet,
With here a wealth of blossoms,
And there, a still retreat.
Forget-Me-Nots there linger,
to full perfection brought,
And there bloom purple pansies,
In many a tender thought.
And in that quiet garden,
The garden of her heart,
Songbirds are always singing
Their songs of cheer apart.
And from it floats forever,
O'ercoming sin and strife,
Sweet as the breath of roses blown,
The fragrance of her life.
~by Alice E. Allen~
♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~ ♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~
♥ Peace My Heart ♥
♥ Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
♥ Let it not be a death but completeness.
♥ Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
♥ Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
♥ Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
♥ Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
♥ I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
♥ Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher ♥
♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~ ♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~
~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
DORIS
Wings Against Sun Forever earthbound are my feet,
Upon the rocky road ahead,
But high among the clouds,
my thoughts,
And so my heart is comforted.
And if one shoulder aches, I shift
The burden to the other side,
Remembering the times I've laughed,
And not the ones in which
I've cried. Too short indeed these precious years,
To let a dream die needlessly,
Beyond tomorrow there awaits
A time and place designed for me,
And old hopes rising one by one,
Are golden wings against the sun!
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Magic Of A Rainbow
I'll never see a rainbow
That I won't think of you;
Though days seem bleak and dreary
The sun is shining through.
A symbol of God's love fulfilled
In beauty, hope and grace;
A rainbow is a mirror
Reflecting His own face.
It arches o'er the mountains
With Heaven its domain;
Its brilliant colors wakened by
The grayness and the rain.
Now may I see the rainbows sent
To ease my broken heart,
Promising His healing love,
Shine through when teardrops start.
Miraculous, magical rainbows,
Blessing the sadness with peace;
God gently smiling and touching,
Bidding the sadness cease.
(Peggy Kociscin)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Where Peace Flows Like a River.
Together we will journey
To that land up in the sky
Where the flame does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.
Where the harps are gently playing
As a host of angels sing
Where the road is paved with diamonds
And the golden bells do ring.
Where the path is set before us
Shining brightly as the sun
We will see the face of Jesus
When our final race is run.
Where the peace flows like a river
Winding through the streets of gold
We will dine with priests and prophets
When the key to life, we hold.
Where the flame does burn eternal
In that sacred Promised Land
Where God holds the gift of freedom
In the cleft of His right hand.
Where we'll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
When we meet again someday.
Where we'll gather at the river
In our home up in the sky
Where the peace flows like a fountain
And the soul does never die.
Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
2004
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