Martyn Luckett 1985 – 2005 Cheeky chap, made everyone smile Even if it was only for a little while God has chosen you to be his soldier Forsaking us seeing you getting older There’s a constant ache deep in my heart I won’t forget you my dearest Mart We had so much fun, so many memories
A Special Friend I remember way back in December, the tragic loss of my friend Liam Ross, Liam Jack Ross, I miss him dearly, and at times I show that clearly he was such a warm friend, that nobody wanted things to end. So when I go out at night and look out far, I do
“Ronnie My Boy” I think back upon the joy I experienced as I witnessed your growth and achievements. Can the fact that you are no longer here remove those memories? No. They are with me always… The happiness I felt, the pleasure you gave me, the many moments of satisfaction. Nothing can diminish that. Truly, I
Mummy’s Boy Mummy’s boy, born and bred He could do no wrong, whatever anyone said. I know you miss him so, but he’s still here Watching us laughing and shedding a tear No one will ever replace him or make the pain go away There will be good times and then there will be a rainy
In memory of Stuart – my precious son Do you believe in life after death? I do, truly. With every last breath. For we once had someone heavenly sent Put on this earth for a brief moment And when he left the skies turned grey The rain poured down for days and days. But I will
My Brother A gentle soul walking in the garden of life Full of hopes and dreams of his future —His music the voice, as words do not always come easy. I shall always remember his smile and the ways he made me laugh. May he rest in the clear light of the nature of his mind,
An expression of my feelings For Jason Jason I will miss you for the rest of my life, you were the best wee brother in the world, Who became my friend, and I didn’t realise it at the time, you were my rock. I think of the things you said or did with almost every passing
Grief What is grief and what does it mean Where does it go where has it been It lies in your heat like a heavy stone It stabs like a knife when you’re all alone There is place in your heart for it to lie It will stay right there until the day you die No
Paul A wounding emptiness now fills too many lives, Yet the ringing echoes of that joyful laughter lingers in the air, The loss was too surprising, How could we lose someone so uniquely rare? The heartache was immensely sharp, The slash of a dagger, It was hard to keep upright, Trying hard not to stagger, A
Final Journey The room, with its medically sanitized smell, was cool, bright and airy. There in the middle, covered with a white plastic sheet, he lay. On top, the poesy of buttercups and bluebells, now wilted, was still with him. Clothes, picked by close family and friends, were neatly laid on a table nearby. ‘I have
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