| Location | Birmingham-weoley Castle |
| Age | 65 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 26/12/1913 |
| Date of Death | 18/02/1979 |
| Visitors | 624 since 27/05/2009 |
| Creator |
MY WONDERFUL GRANDDAD,..I THINK ALL ABOUT THE TREASURED MEMORIES WE SHARED..WE USED TO CALL YOU OUR NANDAD AS KIDS..HE,HE,.I REMEMBER YOU WERE ALWAYS FULL OF LAUGHTER..YOU USED TO CALL ME OLIVE OIL..BECAUSE OF THE STRIPY SOCKS I USED TO WEAR..HE,HE,..YOU ALWAYS HAD FUNNY NAMES FOR US GIRLS..JUST LIKE OUR DAD DID,..YOU WERE THE BEST NANDAD IN THE WORLD..MY ONLY REGREAT GRANDAD..THAT I ONLY KNEW YOU UNTILL I WAS 11YRS OLD..THEN YOU WERE SADLY TAKEN WITH CANCER..I ALWAYS REMEMBER A FRAZE YOU OFTEN USED..YOU,D SAY OH BE-JESUS..HE,HE,..AND YOUR BUDGERYGARD PETER..WHO USED TO CALL OUT OUR NANS NAME..ROSE!..THANK YOU FOR BEING OUR NANDAD..WE WILL NEVER FORGER YOU..YOUR LOVING GRANDAUGHTERS..LISA...DEBROUAH..STEPHAINE..TRACEY XXX
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Love is an eternal light.
Infinite.
The thread that binds every beautiful memory
and amazing moment...ღ♥ღ
~ Toni Carmine Salerno
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All finite things reveal infinitude:
The mountain with its singular bright shade
Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow,
The after-light upon ice-burdened pines;
Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope,
A scene beloved of bees;
Silence of water above a sunken tree:
The pure serene of memory of one man,--
A ripple widening from a single stone
Winding around the waters of the world…ღ♥ღ
~ Theodore Roethke
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Yea, I am one with all I see,
With wind and wave, with pine and palm;
Their very elements in me
Are fused to make me what I am.
Through me their common life-stream flows,
And when I yield this human breath,
In leaf and blossom, bud and rose,
Live on I will...
There is no Death.
~ Robert Service
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✶ The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls ✶
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls
~ Henry W. Longfellow
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...Let the world know, if there was ever love:
Mine for you...♥
(~Peter Winstanley~)
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A CROWN OF SORROW
A SORROW, wet with early tears
Yet bitter, had been long with me;
I wearied of this weight of years,
And would be free.
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I tore my Sorrow from my heart,
I cast it far away in scorn;
Right joyful that we two could part—
Yet most forlorn.
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I sought, (to take my Sorrow's place,)
Over the world for flower or gem—
But she had had an ancient grace
Unknown to them.
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I took once more with strange delight
My slighted Sorrow; proudly now,
I wear it, set with stars of light,
Upon my brow.
(~Adelaide Anne Procter~)
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❦ After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes ❦
After great pain, a formal feeling comes—
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs—
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
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The Feet, mechanical, go round—
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought—
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone—
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This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go—
(Emily Dickinson)
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~ Bilbo's Song in Rivendel ~
(The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien)
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
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Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
…✿ ✿ ✿…
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
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For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
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I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
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But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
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ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ
❊ The Comforters ❊
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.
...ʚϊɞ
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.
...ʚϊɞ
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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“Pass in, pass in,” the angels say,
“In to the upper doors,
Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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ఇ THE SORROW TUGS ఇ
There's a lot of joy in the smiling world,
there's plenty of morning sun,
And laughter and songs and dances, too, when-
ever the day's work's done;
Full many an hour is a shining one, when
viewed by itself apart,
But the golden threads in the warp of life are
the sorrow tugs at your heart.
Oh, the fun is froth and it blows away, and
many a joy's forgot,
And the pleasures come and the pleasures go,
and memory holds them not;
But treasured ever you keep the pain that causes
your tears to start,
For the sweetest hours are the ones that bring
the sorrow tugs at your heart.
The lump in your throat and the little sigh when
your baby trudged away
The very first time to the big red school -- how
long will their memory stay?
The fever days and the long black nights you
watched as she troubled, slept,
And the joy you felt when she smiled once
more -- how long will that all be kept?
The glad hours live in a feeble way, but the sad
ones never die.
His first long trousers caused a pang and you
saw them with a sigh.
And the big still house when the boy and girl,
unto youth and beauty grown,
To college went; will you e'er forget that first
grim hour alone?
It seems as you look back over things, that all
that you treasure dear
Is somehow blent in a wondrous way with a
heart pang and a tear.
Though many a day is a joyous one when
viewed by itself apart,
The golden threads in the warp of life are the
sorrow tugs at your heart.
~ Edgar Guest
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❃ Sorry ❃ By Cueshe ❃
(Words: Fritz Labrado)
In life nothings certain
You’ll never know when it’ll happen
Some burn out while some fade away
It doesn’t matter, we’re heading that way.
If I had the time
I’ll spend it with you.
Time gets you old and weary
Like a lifeless ordinary
Some burn out while some fade away
I don’t want you to go
I want you to stay.
If I could turn back the time
I’d spend it with you.
I want you to know
Even though you’re gone
That I’m drowning in tears.
I wish you were here
And hear me say
Believe me, I’m sorry.
Feels like everything’s undone
Peace of mind still I haven’t found
And time will heal those broken mends
I know it will come, but when will it end.
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❃ On Time ❃
FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race:
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy plummet’s pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For, whenas each thing bad thou hast entombed,
And, last of all, thy greedy Self consumed,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss,
And Joy shall undertake us as a flood;
When everything that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love, shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of Him, to whose happy-making sight alone
When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb,
Then, all this earthly grossness quit,
Attired with stars, we shall forever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee,
O Time!
❃ John Milton ❃ (1608 - 1674) ❃
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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY
(Words and Music by Bob Lind)
You might wake up some mornin'
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise
You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
You might have seen me runnin'
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin'
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

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