| Location | Peterborough |
| Age | 60 years |
| Cause of Death | Heart Attack |
| Date of Birth | 29/01/1945 |
| Date of Death | 10/12/2005 |
| Visitors | 6,007 since 28/08/2006 |
| Creator |
MUM, YOU LEFT AND FORGOT TO TELL MY HEART HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU.
♥ `*•.¸ IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY WONDERFUL MUM ♥ `*•.¸
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"No-one heard the footsteps of the angels drawing near,
Who took from earth to heaven the Mum I loved so dear.
She hasn't really left me, nor has she travelled far,
Just entered God's beautiful garden and left the door ajar."
~author unknown
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This memorial is dedicated to our loved one Sheila Yvonne Masters (nee Wiles) who was born on
January 29th 1945 and passed away so unexpectedly on December 10th 2005. Beloved wife, mum, nanny,
daughter, sister, aunt and friend. Loved and missed by all. We will remember her forever.
Mum lived all her life in Peterborough. At the age of 17 she met my Dad, Bill, and they married two
years later. My brother, Paul, was born on February 15th 1966 and I was born on February 11th 1969.
Mum's family meant the world to her and she always did everything she could for us.
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"A golden heart stopped beating,
Two willing hands are still.
The one who did so much for us
Is resting at God's will."
~author unknown
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When Paul and I were young Mum stayed at home, but eventually started work at Marshfields School
where she helped to look after the children at lunch time. As was typical of Mum, if she could do
anything else to help out then she always did. She loved her work and found it a pleasure looking
after the children. She gave up work when my Dad retired in 1999.
Mum adored her granddaughter, my daughter Aimee. Sadly Mum passed away when I was six months
pregnant with my son, Jack. Mum was so excited at the thought of having another grandchild,
especially when we found out I was expecting a little boy. It breaks my heart to think that they
will never know each other.
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"A wife, a mother, a nanny too,
This is the legacy we have from you.
You taught us love and how to fight,
You gave us strength, you gave us might.
A stonger person would be hard to find,
And in your heart you were always kind.
You fought for us all in one way or another,
Not just as a wife, not just as a mother.
For all of us you gave your best,
Now the time has come for you to rest.
So go in peace, you've earned your sleep,
Your love in our hearts we'll eternally keep."
~author unknown
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Mum also leaves behind her own mother, brothers Aubrey and Malcolm, and sisters Jean, Susan and
Judith. Reunited in heaven with her Dad, brother Peter and sister Diane.
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"We little knew that morning that God would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you but you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
You left us precious memories; your love is still our guide,
And although we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one the chain will link again."
~author unknown
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Mum was taken ill on the morning of December 9th 2005. She and Dad were supposed to be coming over
to spend the day with me but just after 10.30am Dad phoned to say they wouldn’t be coming because
Mum was in hospital - she’d had a heart attack. To say I was shocked is an understatement and I
burst in to tears. Dad told me not to worry because Mum was OK but he was only saying this to keep
me calm. I was six months pregnant and had a few problems with my blood pressure. I phoned my
husband at work and we drove over to Peterborough District Hospital. Dad said that Mum had been
taken ill just after breakfast. She complained of a pain in her jaw and chest which gradually got
worse and worse and she also started being sick. Dad dialled 999 and an ambulance rushed Mum to
hospital where, on her arrival at A&E, she had to be resuscitated. She had suffered a heart attack
and was in a very serious condition. When we arrived the doctor explained that the blood clot which
had caused the heart attack had created a hole in mum’s heart and this is what was making things
more serious. Mum would need to be transferred to Papworth Hospital. At that point she was lucky to
still be alive. The ambulance which was supposed to be collecting Mum had been delayed (bad weather
had caused several accidents) and at one point I heard the doctor on the phone complaining about the
delay, saying the longer the wait the more Mum’s heart was dying. This isn’t a phone call I
wanted to overhear. Eventually the ambulance arrived and after making arrangements for our daughter
to be looked after when she finished school we drove over to Papworth with Dad (he wasn’t allowed
in the ambulance with Mum).
After being assessed by a doctor after Mum’s arrival at Papworth we were told that she would need
to be moved to Critical Care. She needed surgery to repair the damage to her heart, but if this was
done too soon the damaged tissue would still be too soft to be repaired, and leaving it too long
could create more problems. He said the only way to judge when it was the right time for the surgery
to be completed was to monitor her constantly. Mum would need an angioplasty to keep the damaged
artery open until surgery. Mum hated hospitals and any medical procedures so this must have been so
awful for her. Soon after this it was suspected that mum had suffered a mild stroke, although it was
only ever mentioned in passing. No-one sat down with us and said any more than that. Dad was going
to stay at the hospital but as Mum seemed reasonably settled we came home, but within a couple of
hours we had to drive all the way back to Papworth. A nurse had phoned to say that Mum had gone down
hill quite dramatically. The heart problem was stable but the stroke was causing problems.
I wasn’t prepared for how we found Mum when we got back to Papworth. She had been rolled over on
to her right side and wasn’t moving. Dad said that after we left she soon lost all feeling down
her left side. She then lost the ability to speak and then to see. Her face was paralysed with her
eyes half open. My poor Mum. It is an image that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Sadly
the heart attack and stroke were too much for her body to cope with. We sat there watching her die.
No more could be done to save her.
At 1.45am on Saturday 10th December 2005 Mum left us. Me, Dad and my husband, John, were with her as
she passed away. I hope she knew we were there, telling her how much we love her and would miss her.
I lost part of myself that day and in its place is an overwhelming feeling of loss and grief.
Nothing will ever take that feeling away.
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"I sat and watched you breathing,
The whole room filled with gloom.
I couldn't believe that grieving
Would follow far too soon.
I sat and watched you dying;
How could this be so real?
Inside my heart was breaking;
Pain was all that I could feel.
I sat and watched you fading;
Your life was ebbing away.
In an instant my world was changing;
How I wanted you to stay.
I sat and watched you die Mum;
It's your time for eternal rest;
But God has called you home too soon,
I guess he only takes the best.
Inside my heart is aching
And the pain still lingers on.
Your life was not for taking;
I can't accept that you have gone."
~ by your loving daughter, Karen
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Mum was such a warm, kind and caring person and would go out of her way to help anyone. She was the
best mother anyone could hope to have. I'll never get over losing her and I miss her with all my
heart. Wanting and needing someone who is no longer there is an unbearable feeling. I have never
cried so many tears.
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"A beautiful nature, loyal and true.
One in a million dear Mum were you.
Never selfish, always kind.
These are the memories you left behind."
~ author unknown
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A prayer for you Mum:
Open your arms to welcome her;
Wrap them around her to keep her safe.
Find somewhere beautiful for her to rest;
A peaceful place so that she can sleep undisturbed.
Take away all her worries and pain;
Allow her stresses and strains to be left behind.
Let her know how much I love her and miss her;
Memories are all I have left.
Dear God, please take good care of her;
You took her from us far too soon.
~ by Karen
SLEEP PEACEFULLY WITH THE ANGELS, MUM. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE GONE.
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**UPDATE
My Nan - Mum's mother - passed away 26/12/06. RIP.
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════╔══╗Gone But
════║══║Not Forgotten
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════║══║Put This On Your
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════║══║Someone Who Is In
════║══║Heaven's Garden
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When Great Trees Fall
(Maya Angelou)
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
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Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
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And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
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♥ Peace My Heart ♥
♥ Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
♥ Let it not be a death but completeness.
♥ Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
♥ Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
♥ Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
♥ Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
♥ I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
♥ Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher ♥
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~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
IITH NOVEMBER 2009
✿..LET US REMEMBER THEM...✿
✿ 'Please wear a poppy', the lady said
and held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old, and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.✿
✿ A boy came wistling down the street,
Bouncing along, on care free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
'Lady', said he, 'May I have one?'
When she pinned it on, he turned to say,
'Why do we wear a poppy today?'✿
✿ The lady smiled in her wistful way,
and answered, 'This is Rememberance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for,
the gallant men who died in war,
and because they died you and I are free--
Thats why we wear a poppy, you see'.✿
✿ 'I had a boy about your size,
with golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew
and became a man--as you will, too.' ✿
✿ 'He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away,
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said'Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, mom, so please don't cry'.✿
✿ 'But the war went on and he had to stay,
and all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it in my dreams at night),
with the tanks and guns and cruel Barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.'✿
✿'Till at last the war was won-
and thats why we wear a poppy son'.
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said 'Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your Son-- did he come back alright?'✿
✿ A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
she shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
and if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
though our freedome was bought-and thousands paid.✿
✿ And so when we see a poppy worn, let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
and asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy. Remember-- and give!✿
✿ Lest we forget......✿
Copyright ~ 2009 by Blair Leger & ilovepoetry.com
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Magic Of A Rainbow
I'll never see a rainbow
That I won't think of you;
Though days seem bleak and dreary
The sun is shining through.
A symbol of God's love fulfilled
In beauty, hope and grace;
A rainbow is a mirror
Reflecting His own face.
It arches o'er the mountains
With Heaven its domain;
Its brilliant colors wakened by
The grayness and the rain.
Now may I see the rainbows sent
To ease my broken heart,
Promising His healing love,
Shine through when teardrops start.
Miraculous, magical rainbows,
Blessing the sadness with peace;
God gently smiling and touching,
Bidding the sadness cease.
(Peggy Kociscin)
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♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥
┊ ┊┊ ┊┊ ┊┊ ┊
┊ ┊┊ ┊┊ ★★ MUM ★
┊ ┊┊ ┊★ FOREVER IN OUR THOUGHTS ★
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┊ ┊┊ ★ FOREVER LOVED ★
┊ ┊★
┊ ★ FOREVER MISSED ★
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Where Peace Flows Like a River.
Together we will journey
To that land up in the sky
Where the flame does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.
Where the harps are gently playing
As a host of angels sing
Where the road is paved with diamonds
And the golden bells do ring.
Where the path is set before us
Shining brightly as the sun
We will see the face of Jesus
When our final race is run.
Where the peace flows like a river
Winding through the streets of gold
We will dine with priests and prophets
When the key to life, we hold.
Where the flame does burn eternal
In that sacred Promised Land
Where God holds the gift of freedom
In the cleft of His right hand.
Where we'll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
When we meet again someday.
Where we'll gather at the river
In our home up in the sky
Where the peace flows like a fountain
And the soul does never die.
Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
� 2004
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♥ From Water Bug to Dragonfly ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The bottom of the pond is muddy and dark
There is fear of the unknown
There is loneliness as things change
There is the desperation of being left behind
Not knowing, not understanding
Watching and waiting
Then the journey comes
Up the stem
What waits beyond?
Sunlight
Freedom
Dancing together in joy with those who went before
And who will come after.
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☆31ST OCTOBER 2009☆
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☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2009 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
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♥ ♰ ♥ A SMILE CAN HIDE THE SADNESS ♥ ♰ ♥ A TEAR CAN BE WIPED AWAY ♥ ♰ ♥ BUT THE HEARTACHE OF LOSING YOU ♥ ♰ ♥ WILL NEVER GO AWAY ♥ ♰ ♥
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LOVE JUDE. XX
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♥ The Only Way ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
• The only way we can be protected from the pain of loss and the grief we feel, is by having never loved.
• How empty our lives would be, and what a lot of wonderful shared moments we would have missed, if we had not known.
• So, although what we feel at the moment is terrible, we must try to remember that it is because we have all been privileged to have known and loved, that we now feel the pain and sadness.
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