| Location | Peterborough |
| Age | 85 years |
| Cause of Death | Not Listed? |
| Date of Birth | 16/07/1912 |
| Date of Death | 19/08/1997 |
| Visitors | 5,466 since 09/01/2009 |
| Creator |
my grandad, what a character he was. loved and missed so much. he fought in the war, married my nan and moved to peterborough. he was originally from boston, lincs. he worked into his 70s, never liked doing nothing. when he became ill he wasnt the same, not like the grandad i knew but i loved him all the same. we were close, he named me when i was born. he used to come round and say have you got a couple of quid, i want sum fags, dont tell your nan thou. he helped my husband put our dado upin our living room and i wont take down because it reminds me of him. i was on holiday when he died, i cried for days. he always said what he thought and if you didnt like it, too bad. he made it to my wedding in march 97 and died in august. im glad he was there. my daughter was born on the day my grandad died 4 yrs later, somehow in a funny way she reminds of him, some of the little things she says. miss you grandad and love you always.
I WOULD LIKE TO SAY A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HELPED TO MAKE MY GRANDADS BIRTHDAY MORE BEARABLE. IT MEANS ALOT. THANX AGAIN FOR THE PICS, CANDLES GIFTS AND TRIBUTES LOVE MANDYXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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~ Winter Snow ~
This is the time of wonder,
The season of the star...
Enraptured by its splendor,
Our thoughts go winging afar
Across the memories and miles,
Like angel melody,
Till every face is wreathed in smiles...
Hearts hold tranquillity.
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And as the snow falls, pure and white
On roof and street and hill,
Joy settles in our hearts tonight,
Glad tidings of goodwill,
On homes and hearth fires, peace descends,
And as the candles glow,
Flames of faith are kindled...
Love shines across the snow.
Author Unknown •âĖĖĖ•
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The morning glory blooms but for an hour,
and yet it differs not at heart
From the giant pine
that lives for a thousand years.
~ Matsunaga Teitoku ♥
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➠The Bourne ā˛
Underneath the growing grass,
Underneath the living flowers,
Deeper than the sound of showers:
There we shall not count the hours
By the shadows as they pass.
Youth and health will be but vain,
Beauty reckoned of no worth:
There a very little girth
Can hold round what once the earth
Seemed too narrow to contain.
~ Christina Rossetti
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♥ O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
♥ Our thoughts are boundless and our souls are free…
(Lord Byron)
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• ⤠• Sorrow • ⤠•
O thorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern,
I sit alone with broken heart, my head
Low bowed, keeping long vigil with my dead.
My soul, unutterably sad, doth yearn
Beyond relief in tears—they only burn
My aching eyelids to fall back unshed
Upon the throbbing brain like molten lead,
Making it frenzied. Shall I ever learn
To face you fearlessly, as by my door
You stand with haunting eyes and death-damp hair,
Through the night-watches, whispering solemnly,
“Behold, I am thy guest forevermore.”
It chills my soul to know that you are there.
Great God, have mercy on my misery!
(Katrina Trask)
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♥ If We Never Meet Again ♥
(I will meet you on that beautiful shore)
Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey
And perhaps never meet anymore
Till we gather in heaven's bright city
Far away on that beautiful shore
If we never meet again this side of heaven
As we struggle through this world and its strife
There's another meeting place somewhere in heaven
By the side of the river of life
Where the charming roses bloom forever
And where separations come no more
If we never meet again this side of heaven
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
Oh they say we shall meet by the river
Where no storm clouds ever darken the sky
And they say we'll be happy in heaven
In the wonderful sweet by and by
If we never meet again...
(If we never meet again this side of heaven)
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
(Beautiful beautiful shore)
♥ Albert E. Brumley ♥
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An old monk was once asked why he cared for ancient graves,
and why he cleaned the stones to preserve the writing carved there.
His reply was simple: “They still have their names. They will
always have their names.”
A life infused with love has consequences that reach beyond time
— ensuring that names, and places, and memories of what was,
still are, and always will be. They are not dead, can never die.
~ Gregory & Suzanne Wolfe
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~ Remembering you always, forgetting you never ~ xxx
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Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood:
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies,
The spring entombed in autumn lies,
The dew dries up, the star is shot,
The flight is past, and man forgot.
~ Henry King (1592-1669)
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This world is not conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music,
But positive, as sound.
~ Emily Dickinson
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Experience, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fancy-land
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur ‘Where is any certain tune
Or measured music in such notes as these?’
But angels, leaning from the golden seat,
Are not so minded their fine ear hath won
The issue of completed cadences,
And, smiling down the stars, they whisper—SWEET.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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ââĄâ Dancing With Angels ââĄâ
It’s just so hard to believe
All I have to hold is your memory
From this side of the clouds all I see is grief
But on the other side I know you’re free
And you’re dancing, dancing with angels.
Somewhere just out of my reach
You’re keeping heavenly company
When I’m feeling lonely it’s for myself I cry
‘Cause there aren’t any tears in paradise
When you’re dancing, dancing with angels.
I can almost hear your laughter
See the fullness of your joy
Knowing that you’re present with the Lord
And though today I miss you I know the day will come
When every believer will behold the Son
And we’ll be dancing, dancing with angels.
⸠1997 Dayspring Music / Lehsem Music
Words and Music by J. Mandeville & S. Siler
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When I crept over the hill, broken with tears,
When I crouched down on the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind bend to my ears,
I felt the light kiss of the wind touching my hair.
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When I stood lone on the height, my sorrow did speak,
As I went down the hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroking my cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.
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When I went to thy grave, broken with tears,
When I crouched down in the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind soft in my ears,
I felt the kind lips of the wind touching my hair.
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When I stood lone by thy cross, sorrow did speak,
When I went down the long hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroked my pale cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.
~ Dora Sigerson Shorter ~
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Today Is My Birthday
Today is my birthday
Celebrate my life with you
And remember the good times
Forget the bad.
Look up towards the sun
And catch every ray of light
Upon your cheek.
For I am there with you.
Today is my birthday,
Be happy for me.
My life was full.
I had the pleasure of love
And the joy of my family.
Do not be sad
Look up towards the stars
And catch each twinkle
In your heart.
For I am there with you
Today is my birthday
My legacy is not wealth
Or mighty belongings,
My legacy is you and your life.
Spend it wisely and carefully,
Guard it always.
Do not be sad.
Feel the wind on your face
And in your hair
And know that I loved you
For I am there with you in your laughter
And in your hearts.
Today is my birthday,
Learn to live again without me.
Take my strength with you
For you are not alone.
Do not be sad
Feel the rain on your face
Feel all life's treasures and
Know that you are alive!
At each step of the way
I will help you
For I am with you always
Until we meet again.
Today is my birthday...
Author Unknown

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