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In Loving Memory

of

 

My Dearest Mother 4th November 1998 and Father 7th October 1989 see photo

Barbara’s Mother 26th November 1992 and her Father 7th July 1977, see photo

Vivs brother Greg Ballinger who died in a car accident aged just 18 on February 8th 1997

Rebecca and Garth’s little daughter Connie, died Jan 2003 aged just 11 months see web page

Charles and Samantha’s baby son Joshua, died at birth 25/12/1993

Karl Martin, Beth’s husband and Erin’s father who died 12 February 2000 aged just 25 from cancer  See Photo

Barbara’s Aunty Bessie on the 31st December 1999 and Uncle Duncan 7th January 1999 See Photo

Sandra Jordan my cousin aged 58 on the 13th January 2004 see photo

Uncle Maurice on the 11th October 2005 and Aunty Marge on the 16th December 2006   See Photo

Joyce Weston (Barbara's sister) on the 27th October 2006  see photo

George Webster aged 95 on the 12th January 2004   see photo

Aunty Mill in May 2003 and Uncle Jim September 2003 see photo

Uncle Frank on the 1st October 2007 also his wife Aunty Jill   see photo

 

 

R.I.P

 

 


Home at Last

When day is done, a figure turns and says a last goodbye

Although we cannot understand where they must go or why.

But as they leave our sorrow and our sad tears far behind

They move ahead to seek the peace that every soul must find

 

For now they sail a different ship upon a different sea- a voyage filled with love

And hope, and a new discovery.

And when the journey brings them to that distant lighted shore, they’ll be

Greeted by the outstretched arms of those who’ve gone before

And the people that they have known and loved and voices from the past 

 will be singing out the welcome news that they are

“HOME AT LAST”

 


Should you go first and I remain
 to walk the road alone,
 I'll live in memories' garden
 with happy days we've known.

In Spring I'll wait for roses red,
 when faded, the lilacs blue;
 In early Fall when brown leaves fall,
 I'll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain,
 for battles to be fought,
 each thing you've touched
 along the way,
 will be a hallowed spot.

I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
 though blindly I may grope,
 the memory of your helping hand
 will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain
 one thing I'll have you do,
 walk slowly down that long path
 for soon I'll follow you.

I want to know each step you take
 so I may take the same,
 for someday down that lonely road
 you'll hear me call your name.
                          -Author unknown  


 

God Is Near

I will not fear, though all my dreams
Come shattering down around my feet,
For God is near. I will hold on to Him
Who helps me rise above the stormy sea.
I'll trust His grace to keep me in my darkest hour.
I will not fear for God is near.
I see a light-A wondrous, bright and shining light
That lights my way to see the path ahead.
This light and love and grace just seems to cover me.
I know no fear, for God is near.

Shirley W. Langley

 

 

Music is "Amazing Grace" 

 

 

 

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