| Location | Thamesmead, Erith |
| Age | 73 years |
| Date of Birth | 14/04/1931 |
| Date of Death | 24/01/2005 |
| Visitors | 6,219 since 05/01/2007 |
| Creator |
My grandad died on the 24th January 2005 of cancer!
what can i say about my grandad? he was an amazing man, a family man. along with my nan he raised 8
children 5 girls and 3 boys one of which was badly handicapped mentally and physically ( my unk who
i have also done a page for) he was a hard worker while his children were small, always made sure
the family had what they needed and that never stopped until the day he passed. As i got older i saw
my grandad as a person not just a figure and realized how marvolous he really was.. everyone seemed
to look up to him and he had alot of respect for and from ppl. he also loved his jokes.. makes me
smile just to think of him standing in the kitchen with his newspaper, he would tell us all a joke
which wasnt even very funny but he would laugh for ages and get ready to tell the next person who
walked through the door. He was rally easy to get along with no matter what your age, he had friends
of all different ages, male and female and when you spoke to him you would feel as though you had
known him for years. If you ever had a problem no matter how big or small he would always be there
to help you out. Even when i fell pregnant at 16, although i could tell he was so disappointed he
put his arm around me and let me know he was here for me. i looked upon him as a father... not a
grandfather... as did my children. they would often shout out dad as we was out shopping, the looks
we would get from ppl was amusing.
cyprus was a love spot for my grandad he and my nan would go every year.. he made so many friends
that even restruant owners from there would sent a xmas card to him every year.
i could carry on writting all day but no amount of words could explain how amazing he was.
then while on holiday in 2004 he became ill.. coming home early he went to the doctors and was told
he had intigestion.... after this going on for 5-6 months a new doctor sent my grandad for
tests..... CANCER came the result! That word scares alot of ppl... my grandad was one of them. he
became weak so fast but doctors told us they could operate on it and remove it. xmas came and that
was the first time i saw this proud man actully cry as his granddaughter (me) had to drill a hole in
the wall to hang up a santa figure for my uncle as my grandad was too weak to do it! that broke my
heart.
after xmas he started to go down hill fast... he couldnt eat... couldnt drink, we was to worried
that my mother and i went to see his doctor and begged him to do something. he suggested having him
put either in hospital or a hospice where he can be put on drips for fluid and food, because unless
he built himself up he couldnt have the op as he was too weak. we agreed to put him into our local
hospice as there he would get 1 on 1 care whereas a hospial was shared care.
when we told him he asked us not to put him there saying " when you go in those places you never
come out alive" we told him not to be silly and that they was going to help him get better.
after a few days of him being in the hospice he still didnt have any drips up and now struggled to
get out of bed.... we spoke to a doctor who was looking after him... nothing could have prepared me
for what i heard next... that thursday afternoon me and my mum was told there was nothing they could
do for him... my grandad was going to die!! that walk home went by in a haze as me and my mum just
cryed.
we got back to my nans and i had to sit and tell my nan and my aunts that the man in our lifes was
going to die and theres was nothing we could do.
we decided that we wasnt going to let him die in there like he told us he would, but we would bring
him home to be with his family. doctors asked us to wait until the monday before we took him home as
they wanted to get his mdeication on the right dose before he left... we agreed.
sunday evening i spoke to my mum on the phone and told her i was going to get the bus early in the
morning to see my grandad and keep him company till my nan and aunt got up there later in the day to
collect him (as he didnt like to be alone).
monday morning came and my mum called just as i was leaving to take my kids to school and go get the
bus... she told me my nan and aunt was going up early if i wasnt to go with them instead of getting
the bus... after i put my kids into school at 9am i went to my nans instead of getting the bus... my
mum was there as well as 1 of my aunts... we sat waiting for my other aunt to turn up as she was
driving us up there... then at 10:13 the phone rang... my aunt answered and passed the phone to my
nan telling her it was the hospice calling.. we thought they was letting us know that he was ready
to go..... my nan took the phone... seconds later screams filled the room.... my grandad had gone.
words cannot describe how our world fell apart at that moment... not only did he die in a place we
put him in... but he died alone.
i live my life now on if only's... coz if only i had got that bus... i would have been with him when
he went... he wouldnt have been alone.
people say time heels pain.... well on the 24th of this month it will be 2 years that he passed..
and i can say the pain inside is still as raw as that day.... time makes it easier to live with but
the pain never goes away.
heaven has alot to answer for.... so they can have an angel in a million... they took away 1 of
earths greatest heros!!!
✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞
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.
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When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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♥
♥ 15TH NOVEMBER 2009 ♥
♥
It's Sunday again and the days pass so fast,
But my love for you will always last.
The days go by in such a blur,
Oh I wish that you were here.
︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽
Days turn into months..
Months turn into years..
I still love you with all my heart..
And only wish we never had to part.
︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽
It's Sunday again and there is not a sound,
Theres not even many people walking around.
For Sunday you see is a day of rest..
You should know my angel..
Because you are the best.
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So my darling angel I just want to say...
Have a peaceful Sunday in heaven today.
And remember it's not just on a Sunday I love and miss you..
I love and miss you every day of the week too.
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SENDING YOU SUNDAY BLESSINGS, MAY YOU HAVE A
PEACEFUL DAY, LOVE JUDE. X X
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copyright ~ Jackie Thomas 14/06/09.
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♥ 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.
Sweetdreams XxX
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........... (...(`.-``'**-.*)...)..........Just Peeking in
..............)......--.......--....(...........to say
............./......(o..._...o)....\..........Sweet
.............\.........(..0..)......./..........Dreams
..........__.`.-._...'='.._.-.*.__.......ANGEL
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.......\__)).........'#'......... ((__/.....
♥***♥***♥***♥***♥***♥***♥***♥***♥***♥***♥***♥
Having problems with my computer, so leaving big hugs incase I can`t get on for a few days, love Christine xxx
IITH NOVEMBER 2009
✿..LET US REMEMBER THEM...✿
✿ 'Please wear a poppy', the lady said
and held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old, and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.✿
✿ A boy came wistling down the street,
Bouncing along, on care free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
'Lady', said he, 'May I have one?'
When she pinned it on, he turned to say,
'Why do we wear a poppy today?'✿
✿ The lady smiled in her wistful way,
and answered, 'This is Rememberance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for,
the gallant men who died in war,
and because they died you and I are free--
Thats why we wear a poppy, you see'.✿
✿ 'I had a boy about your size,
with golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew
and became a man--as you will, too.' ✿
✿ 'He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away,
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said'Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, mom, so please don't cry'.✿
✿ 'But the war went on and he had to stay,
and all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it in my dreams at night),
with the tanks and guns and cruel Barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.'✿
✿'Till at last the war was won-
and thats why we wear a poppy son'.
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said 'Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your Son-- did he come back alright?'✿
✿ A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
she shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
and if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
though our freedome was bought-and thousands paid.✿
✿ And so when we see a poppy worn, let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
and asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy. Remember-- and give!✿
✿ Lest we forget......✿
Copyright ~ 2009 by Blair Leger & ilovepoetry.com
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
♥
6th November 2009.
♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ Jude is.............
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┊ ┊┊ ┊┊ ★★ ★ Just sending
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┊ ┊┊ ★ Lots of love
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┊ ★ For a special Angel
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★ In heaven above.
I've just popped on your memorial..
To send you some love..
For a special Angel..
In heaven above
You are greatly missed..
By your family below
Why God took your hand..
They will never know.
You were loved so much..
And nobody could compare
For you are a their special Angel..
In heaven up there.
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copyright ~ Jackie Thomas 30/07/09.
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♥ From Water Bug to Dragonfly ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The bottom of the pond is muddy and dark
There is fear of the unknown
There is loneliness as things change
There is the desperation of being left behind
Not knowing, not understanding
Watching and waiting
Then the journey comes
Up the stem
What waits beyond?
Sunlight
Freedom
Dancing together in joy with those who went before
And who will come after.
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