'God please hold my baby until I can once again.'

                                   

This candle will continue to flicker
in the memory of 
Sean Rice who left us on
 March 3rd 2004
You are missed  by all who knew you
A flame shines in the darkness, A single, flickering light,
A candle held in memory, Dispelling the darkness of the night.
A candle filled with memories, It speaks a loved ones name,
And shines a light for all to see, In a single, flickering flame.
Soon other candles join the light,Then thousands fill the sky
Illuminating the darkness, Proving  love will never die.


We walked together, you and I.
A mother and her son.
We had hopes and dreams for tomorrow,
But tomorrow didn't come.
We walked together, you and I.
We talked, we laughed, we loved.
We shared so many happy times
And for that, I thank the lord above.
We walked together, You and I,
But only for a short time.
For all too soon it ended
Leaving pieces of broken hearts behind.
And even though I miss you,
More than words can say,
I thank God that I got to walk with you
Every precious moment of every day....




  

I always knew I would look back on my tears and laugh, but I never knew  I would look back on my laughter and cry...

I will always cry sometimes Because I miss him.
But I will always laugh sometimes because I knew him.

If we could have you back for just one day
There would be so many things we would like to say
If we could just be with you for one whole day
To have you close and know that you really are okay.

If we had known that you would be gone forever
If we had known all these ties were going to be severed
If we had known the pain, the loss, the heartache
If we had known the difference without you would make
In the darkness you slipped away from us all
Now it's just your memories we have to recall
They say parting is such sweet sorrow
But it's the longing, the wondering, and how to cope with tomorrow
They say grieving a child is the very worst
Because life's plan is that parents should go first.

Now all we have are memories, the good times we had
We spend so much time in tears and pain, and feeling sad
So if we could have you back for just one day
You could let us know how to cope till that judgement day
When we'll be together as family once again
When we'll be happy and free from all this pain..

Oh! It's so hard to live when your child has to die
We spend the rest of our lives trying to say "Goodbye."

All I ever hoped for
Was to be there if you needed me,
Now I must find the faith
That you are soaring in places
New spaces I simply cannot see.

 In Loving Memory


Of

My Dear Aunt

Jean Haigh

Who passed away on
Thursday 26th February 2009
Aged 85 Years

RIP

My tribute to my Auntie Jean read out at her funeral service...

I wrote a letter to my Aunt capturing some of my thoughts and memories which I would like to share with you all.

Dear Jean
I feel so desperately sad you’re no longer here with us, but I also feel relieved for you, that you no longer have to endure suffering and pain. You meant the world to me you weren’t just my Aunt but my friend too. I know how much you adored Mark and me, from the moment we were born to your dying day we were the apple of your eye. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for us, you always made us feel loved and wanted. You treated us like a son and daughter and our children like your grandchildren, always remembering birthdays, Christmas and Easter giving them presents. You may have been pocket-sized but you had a big heart. In essence you were a good person, caring and thoughtful towards others, you were the kind of person that would think about other people before yourself, you never liked asking for help but were always ready to lend a helping hand, reaching out to those in need.

I will always have a picture of you in my mind sitting in the kitchen with the ‘wireless’ as you would call it, listening to radio Cornwall, looking out the window onto Seaton Country Park, watching the world go by. You’d often be having a crafty fag or two, before Dad got home, much to his annoyance. He always used to moan about your vice ever since he kicked the habit. Your face would always light up when I came through the door, you would say, “Oh, am I pleased to see you, put the kettle on!” We forged a close relationship especially when you retired from working in the shop. We spent endless hours talking; you were always a chatterbox, loved people and socialising when you got the chance. You always had a story to tell and loved to know what was going on, you were a naturally curious and inquisitive person. You also had a quality about you, not only did you enjoy engaging in conversation but you were a good listener too. I lost count the number of times you just listened as I unburdened my problems, and all the times you comforted me following my dark days after losing Sean.

I will always remember you had a great sense of fun about you. You were always game for a laugh. I would often pull your leg or make a funny remark and you were always quick on the uptake. I loved to hear that hearty giggle of yours. You kept your sense of humour even in the final months when your health started to deteriorate and you would often get muddled and confused. I remember when Nick and I were with you one evening and we were in your room at Hillcrest. Whilst we chatted, Nick was watching the TV programme, ‘After You’ve Gone’ starring Nicholas Lyndhurst, you said “Isn’t there anything better on?” To which I replied, you could always turn over and watch ‘One foot in the grave’ joking of course, but you caught on straight away and saw the funny side and it tickled you pink and you let loose with that unique laugh of yours. You said something to the effect like “Jannette, what are you like?” I hope you don’t mind me saying this Jean, I won’t go into detail, but I recall some really funny moments, in days gone by on our trips out together, when you had one too many!

There was a serious side to you too and you were renowned for being a worrier. I would say worrying won’t change anything, it’s like a rocking chair; it gives you something to do but won’t get you anywhere. Of course you knew that was true but it didn’t stop you. I would often come down; sort paperwork out make phone calls for, you would say “Never fear, Jannette’s here!” It was the least I could do for you. You were always so grateful for everything I did. Throughout your lifetime you did many kind acts for others and were generous to good causes, but not many knew the extent because you never boasted about your good deeds.

I will remember you as being content with the simple things in life, you were never one for material things, you were happy with what you had, people not possessions was what mattered. You always took delight from the small pleasures in life, like when one spring day driving through the lanes, out on our weekly shopping trip to Morrison’s, you would point out and admire the natural beauty of the bluebells and primroses in the hedgerows; always one to appreciate the small wonders of the world. You were easy to please, there wasn’t a bad bone in your body and you never spoke a bad word about anyone. You rarely ever complained, not even when the cancer took a hold, I will always admire your fighting spirit.

You always knew I had strong spiritual beliefs. We often talked at great length about the afterlife, especially since I lost Sean 5 years ago; we both know death is not an ending but a new beginning. I always used to say when your time on earth is done; you will see for yourself all this is true. I used to tell you there will be no more worries or pain only unimaginable beauty, love and light. There is no doubt in my mind where you are at this moment.

You will always be a part of my heart and soul, and I will cherish my memories of you forever. Good-bye for now Jean as I continue my journey. You were a wonderful Aunt I will always remember you with great love and affection. Thank you for your unconditional love, and always being there for me. I am going to miss you terribly, until we meet again.

P.S. Jean, please do one last thing for me, don’t forget to send me that sign and give Sean a big hug for me.

Your loving niece, Jannette. 

 

 

To Our Dearest Aunty Jean,

Thank you for all the things you have done for us. You were more to us than just our aunt, you were like our second mum. No matter what was going on, you were always there for us. Even though you are gone, you will remain in our hearts. We know you were in pain, but God has you now, and you don't have to suffer anymore. We'll cherish your love forever, your smile and voice we'll miss each day. But you taught us to always stay strong, so we will do just that!  We love you...

Jannette & Mark xxx