Rebecca-Jayne Abbott

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Tributes for Week Commencing 24th January


(’’ ♥’’) ---------(.)””(.)…..All
--’C(’’ ♥’’)-----( ’o’, )…….Angels
-----’’J(’’ ♥’’)--.()♥ ()………..Are
-----------’R’’---(_)-(_)…………Precious


FOR MONDAY

ღBest and most beautiful
ღThings in the world cannot
ღBe seen or even touched.
ღThey must be felt with the heart.

FOR TUESDAY

ღGone yet not forgotten,
ღAlthough we are apart,
ღYour spirit lives within me,
ღForever in my heart.

FOR WEDNESDAY

ღA gift for such a little while,
ღYour loss just seems so wrong,
ღYou should not have left before us,
ღIt’s with loved ones you belong.

FOR THURSDAY

ღPerhaps they are not
ღStars in the sky,
ღBut rather openings
ღWhere our loved ones shine down
ღTo let us know they are happy.

FOR FRIDAY

ღ The Watcher ღ

They always leaned to watch for us
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate.

And though we mocked them tenderly
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe,
Because they waited there.

Their thoughts were all so full of us,
They never could forget,
And so I think that where they are
They must be watching yet.

Waiting ‘til we come home to them
Anxious if we are late
Watching from Heaven’s window
Leaning from Heaven’s gate.

FOR SATURDAY

ღ As We Look Back ღ

As we look back over time
We find ourselves wondering .....
Did we remember to thank you enough
For all you have done for us?

For all the times you were by our sides
To help and support us .....
To celebrate our successes
To understand our problems

And accept our defeats?
Or for teaching us by your example,
The value of hard work, good judgement,
Courage and integrity?

We wonder if we ever thanked you
For the sacrifices you made.
To let us have the very best?
And for the simple things

Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If we have forgotten to show our
Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
We're thanking you now.

And we are hoping you knew all along,
How much you meant to us.

FOR SUNDAY

ღ To Those Whom I Love and Those Who Love Me ღ

When I am gone, release me, let me go
I have so many things to see and do
You must not tie yourself to me with tears
Be happy that I have had so many years

I gave you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave me in happiness
I think you for the love each have shown
But now it is time I travelled on alone

So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust
It is only for a while that we must part
So bless the memories in your heart

I will not be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come
Though you can not see or touch me, I will be near
And if you listen with your heart, you will hear

All of my love around you soft and clear
Then, when you must come this way alone
I will greet you with a smile and a
"Welcome Home"


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……………..Thoughts Today, Memories Forever

……………Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum

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Marie-Angela Rowe

January 22, 2011

sweet dreams xxx

from jaxon hedley friend

Amelia Robertson

December 30, 2008

A Child Loaned

"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine," He said,
"For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for Me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief."

"I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over,
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take her back again?"

I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for her,
Much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."

Sarah North

November 15, 2008

rose once grew
where all could see,
sheltered beside
a garden wall,
And as the days passed
swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall...

One day, a beam of light
shone through
a crevice that had
opened wide ~
The rose bent gently
toward its warmth
then passed beyond
to the other side

Now, you who deeply
feel its loss,
be comforted ~ the rose blooms there ~
its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by
God's own loving care.
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Jackie Summerford

November 12, 2008

Goodnight, sweet dreams

xxx

Natalie (Passerby)

September 15, 2007

angel

Little Angels

When God calls little children,
To dwell with him above.
We mortals sometimes question,
The wisdom of his love.

For no heartache compares with
The death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
Seem wonderful, and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling
The aged to his fold,
And so he picks a rosebud,
Before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,
And so he takes but few,
To make the land of Heaven
More beautiful to view

Believing this is difficult
Still, somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows
Will always be 'Goodbye'.

So when a little child departs,
We who are left behind
Must realize, God loves children...
Angels are hard to find.

Andy Slater (tia leighs mam nd dad)

September 15, 2007