| Location | Long Marston York |
| Age | 75 years |
| Date of Birth | 3/1927 |
| Date of Death | 3/2002 |
| Visitors | 5,573 since 31/07/2008 |
| Creator |
stan lambert aged 75 years retired factory worker used to live log marston york married with 4 children peter steven barbara and marian he had 2 sisters and 4 brothers dad passed away after a short but painful illness non hodgkins lymphona
hey grandad,i know nana will be nagging you over mine and mums arguement so just wishing you luck and i miss you more than words could ever say there isnt a day that goes by where i dont think of u both i love u soooo much i know we shouldnt argue but i hate lies and i cant just ignore them and i do understand lifes to short etc.love you xxx
birthday memories
i cant express enough the heartache i still feel over losing you and mum today is your birthday wish you were here now to blow out your birthday candles xxxxxx
miss you
hiya grandad,hope u and nana are together and in peace,i miss you each day grandad and love you loads hope uve seen chloe she would love you and your funny charms xxx
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♥ If I die, and go somewhere far ♥
♥ I'll write your name on every star ♥
♥ Just so the angels could look up and see ♥
♥ How very much you mean to me ♥
- Author Unknown
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Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide
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Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.
(Sri Chinmoy)
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❃ At Home To Rest ❃
Copyright Betty Bolton 2001
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It didn't seem to matter,
in your tender love and care.
Whenever you were present,
you spread happiness everywhere.
It was your youthful heart
and how you told your part.
Our laughter never stopped,
nor will it ever depart.
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Whenever we saw your face
you made a happy day
in your own special way.
And the love that you confessed,
before you went to rest,
have brought your family and guest,
to see God is the best,
and has called you home to rest.
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♥ Comfort ♥
In everybody’s garden
a little rain must fall
Or life’s sweetest
fairest flowers,
Wouldn’t grow and
bloom at all.
And though the
clouds hang heavy
So heavy.
Oh!
My friend.
I’m sure that God who
sends the shower
Will send the
rainbow’s end.
Author Unknown
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The Dragonfly
~Author Unknown~
Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond with few disturbances and interruptions.
Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew
when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever.
Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back
and tell his friends what he had found at the top. When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying.
So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never known existed. Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking by now he was dead. He wanted to go
back to tell them, and explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended.
But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he understood that their time would come, when they, too, would know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off into his joyous new life!
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How Come The World Won't Stop
Somebody told me you were not coming home,
the words suspended in time, and the air suddenly went cold,
the sun is still shining, but everything feels like rain
and if I had one wish, it would be to see you again.
Nothings fair, when we lose
without a moment to say good bye.
How come the world won't stop spinning now that you’re gone?
I know every end has beginnings
but this ones so wrong, so wrong.
Caught in the middle,
wrong place wrong time,
and I'm hopelessly missing you,
and I cant stop the night.
Nothings fair, anymore,
and I know there's a better place,
and I'll never stop dreaming of you.
How come the world won't stop spinning
now that you're gone?
I know every end has beginnings
but this ones so wrong, so wrong.
How can the seasons keep changing
since you disappeared?
Tell me how come the world won't stop,
how come the world wont stop.
Sweet tears are shared,
this pain we lay to rest,
it's hard letting go,
but I keep movin’ on,
in a place I don’t belong.
How come the world wont stop spinning
now that you're gone?
I know every end has beginnings
but this ones so wrong.
How can the seasons keep changing
since you disappeared.
Tell me how come the world won't stop,
how come the world won't stop.
How come the world won't stop spinning
now that your gone?
I know every end has beginnings but this one's so wrong,
so wrong.
Sung by Anastacia
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The Other Side
I'm over on the other side
Where life and death softly divide
Left my skin and bones behind
Now I'm over on the other side.
Can you feel me there with you
My breath is gone, but I am not through
Loved you then and I still do
From over on the other side.
I can fly, really fly
Below the earth, all through the sky
Tell them all I did not die
I'm just over on the other side.
It's good here on the other side
The sweetest songs, the bluest skies
Thank you for the tears you cried
But it's good here on the other side.
I can fly, really fly
Below the earth, all through the sky
Tell them all I did not die
I'm just over on the other side.
The world is smaller than a needle's eye
Where life and death softly divide
When you leave your skin and bones behind
I'll be waiting on the other side.
I can fly, really fly
Below the earth, all through the sky
Go tell them all, I did not die
I'm just over on the other side...
Don Conscenti
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