| Location | Glasgow |
| Age | 42 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 04/04/1920 |
| Date of Death | 18/04/1962 |
| Visitors | 3,837 since 11/07/2009 |
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Mum died when I was only nine years old. She was a wonderful mother and could turn her hand to anything. There were six of us and how she managed I do not know,as my dad was a waste of space.
Mum was always known as Peggy and died of cancer,my big sister Josephine and her husband Robert McInally brought us up and I shall always be grateful to both of them. My dad went away to London and left us.
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The New Year…✿⊹✿
It is winter and the New Year.
Nobody knows you.
Away from the stars, from the rain of light,
you lie under the weather of stones.
There is no thread to lead you back.
Your friends doze in the dark
of pleasure and cannot remember.
Nobody knows you. You are the neighbor of nothing.
You do not see the rain falling and the man walking away,
the soiled wind blowing its ashes across the city.
You do not see the sun dragging the moon like an echo.
You do not see the bruised heart go up in flames,
the skulls of the innocent turn into smoke.
You do not see the scars of plenty, the eyes without light.
It is over. It is winter and the New Year.
The meek are hauling their skins into heaven.
The hopeless are suffering the cold with those who have nothing to hide.
It is over and nobody knows you.
There is starlight drifting on the black water.
There are stones in the sea no one has seen.
There is a shore and people are waiting.
And nothing comes back.
Because it is over.
Because there is silence instead of a name.
Because it is winter and the New Year.
~ Mark Strand ~
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~ Winter Snow ~
This is the time of wonder,
The season of the star...
Enraptured by its splendor,
Our thoughts go winging afar
Across the memories and miles,
Like angel melody,
Till every face is wreathed in smiles...
Hearts hold tranquillity.
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And as the snow falls, pure and white
On roof and street and hill,
Joy settles in our hearts tonight,
Glad tidings of goodwill,
On homes and hearth fires, peace descends,
And as the candles glow,
Flames of faith are kindled...
Love shines across the snow.
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♥ THE GOLDEN GATE ♥
DIM shadows gather thickly round,
and up the misty stair they climb,
The cloudy stair that upward leads
to where the closed portals shine,
Round which the kneeling spirits
wait the opening of the Golden Gate.
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And some with eager longing go,
still pressing forward, hand in hand,
And some with weary step and slow,
look back where their Beloved stand —
Yet up the misty stair they climb,
led onward by the Angel Time.
♥☆♥
As unseen hands roll back the doors,
the light that floods the very air
Is but the shadow from within,
of the great glory hidden there —
And morn and eve, and soon and late,
the shadows pass within the gate.
♥☆♥
As one by one they enter in,
and the stern portals close once more,
The halo seems to linger round
those kneeling closest to the door:
The joy that lightened from that place
shines still upon the watcher's face.
♥☆♥
The faint low echo that we hear of
far-off music seems to fill
The silent air with love and fear,
and the world's clamours all grow still,
Until the portals close again,
and leave us toiling on in pain.
♥☆♥
Complain not that the way is long —
what road is weary that leads there?
But let the Angel take thy hand,
and lead thee up the misty stair,
And then with beating heart await,
the opening of the Golden Gate.
☆ Adelaide Anne Procter ☆
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~ The Different Stars ✰...✰
I could never have come to the present without you
remember that
from whatever stage we may again
watch it appear
with its lines clear
pain
having gone from there
so that we may well wonder
looking back on us here
what tormented us
what great difficulty invisible
in a time that by then looks simple
and is irrevocable
pain having come from there
my love
I tend to think of division as the only evil
when perhaps it is merely my own
that unties
one day the veins
one the arteries
that prizes less
as it receives than as it loses
that breaks the compasses
cannot be led or followed
cannot choose what to carry
into grief
even
unbinds will unbind
unbinds our hands
pages of the same story
what is it
they say can turn even this into wisdom
and what is wisdom if it is not
now
in the loss that has not left this place
oh if we knew
if we knew what we needed
if we even knew
the stars would look to us to guide them.
~ W.S Merwin ✰...✰
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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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❃ When You See ❃
When you see birds on the wing
Know that my spirit soars with them
In graceful compliment to their flight.
When you see a special smile
Realise that I still smile with you
For all the wonderful times we shared.
When you hear roaring laughter
Think of all the funny things
That could never happen to anyone else but me.
When you hear a lovely song
Think of music, gatherings, holidays and parties,
The memories that can never be silenced.
When you hug someone gently
Remember my touch
And know that I am hugging you
And keeping you close.
When you see a rainbow
And the sun shining through the raindrops
Remember the promises of God
And be assured
I am at peace and in His presence.
Ⓒ Lucy Linder
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Like a bird
Singing in the rain,
Let grateful memories
Survive in times of sorrow.
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
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♥ A Reminiscence ♥
YES, thou art gone! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee
May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
(Anne Bronte)
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An old monk was once asked why he cared for ancient graves,
and why he cleaned the stones to preserve the writing carved there.
His reply was simple: “They still have their names. They will
always have their names.”
A life infused with love has consequences that reach beyond time
— ensuring that names, and places, and memories of what was,
still are, and always will be. They are not dead, can never die.
~ Gregory & Suzanne Wolfe
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This world is not conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music,
But positive, as sound.
~ Emily Dickinson
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Perplexed Music…☆
Experience, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fancy-land
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur ‘Where is any certain tune
Or measured music in such notes as these?’
But angels, leaning from the golden seat,
Are not so minded their fine ear hath won
The issue of completed cadences,
And, smiling down the stars, they whisper—SWEET.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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"Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful,
The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass.
The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around.
On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping."
- Du Fu
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All Paths Lead To You
All paths lead to you
Where e’er I stray,
You are the evening star
At the end of day.
All paths lead to you
Hill-top or low,
You are the white birch
In the sun’s glow.
All paths lead to you
Where e’er I roam.
You are the lark-song
Calling me home!
- Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
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