| Location | Birmingham-weoley Castle |
| Age | 93 years |
| Cause of Death | Pneumonia |
| Date of Birth | 06/01/1912 |
| Date of Death | 05/02/2005 |
| Visitors | 735 since 27/05/2009 |
| Creator |
our little nan..we used to call her our little nan..because she was so small and so sweet,..she didn,t have a bad word to say about anyone..we never remember her being angry..only in the latter years when she was diagnosed with dementia and could not help the things she was saying..she was so confused..it was really hard to see our sweet little nan this way,..but she knew how much we loved and cared for her..and thats all that matters..our nan,.she was a strong lady, she was born b4 the 1st world war,.and lived thru the 2nd world war..she also out lived her husband/sister/daughter/great-grandchild..until pneumonia took her life in 2006; she lived untill her early 90,s..she will be solely missed..by her daughter/grand-children/great-grandchildren/great-great-grandchildren who she lived to see before she died..bless you are nan..always & forever..granddaughters,..debrouah,stephanie,lisa,tracey xxx
God bless. xxx
Birthdays Do Not End With Death
Birthdays do not end with death,
But last as long as love,
A maelstrom of memories
That grace and honor move.
And so we celebrate your day
By visiting your grave,
A place that you have left long since,
But is all that we have.
Dear spirit, come and join us here,
Your loved ones by your stone!
Come sweep across the barrier
To claim us as your own!
Happy birthday, dearest one!
Oh, happy, happy day!
Not even the most bitter night
Can take this joy away!
Copyright Nicholas Gordon
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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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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.
✶
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.
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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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❊ 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.
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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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“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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