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"It is said memories are golden, maybe this is true,
we never wanted memories we only wanted YOU!"





2004
Anniversary memories of our wonderful son,
John Andrew Williams who died on 17th November 1994


All our love always John
Mom and Dad xx

Birthday memories of our very much loved son John
22nd May 2004


We send you all our love John; now your birthday is here
Say that we love and miss you John; every day all year
We remember birthday's past John; in a very special way
We celebrate the times John; before you went away

Love on your 23rd birthday from Mom and Dad XX






In memory of my beautiful son Cori Jo Loy - who hanged himself on 2nd July 2000 two days before his 27th birthday.


Battlefield


He died on his own battlefield
Fighting unknown enemies
Infiltrating his mind
Taking over his life
What kind of demons possessed his soul, and
Why?

Living with his pain destroys
But how do I forget?
Who will forgive me?
The dreadful sins of a mother

The nights are long and filled with memories
Sudden noises and my eyes are wide
All breathing stops
As I listen for a miracle
For him

Empty arms reach out
My broken heart still beats
What is left behind?
Apart from loneliness and
Unbearable, untouchable grief

Flowers bloom and new spring buds arrive
Sheltering the place
Of his death

Oh God of my understanding
Speak to me
Of summers yet to come
Of dreams to be fulfilled

I stand alone
Watching from a distance
The scene of his battlefield
A barren place where sadness dwells
Where I dare not walk
For fear that come the eve of my death
It will be
Too late
Always
Too late


My arms are empty without you.
Ann Loy

Sunday 17th November 2002
In memory of our son John Andrew Williams


Yorkshire Sculpture Park
Walk of Art

When our sons Michael and John were young we spent many enjoyable family days out at the 'Yorkshire Sculpture Park' Wakefield, West Yorkshire. Since John's death in 1994 aged 13, we have continued to visit there, finding it a relaxing, peaceful place with many special memories.

We visited the Yorkshire Sculpture Park earlier this year and discovered there was going to be a brand new visitors center built, leading up to the centers entrance, a metal sculptured walkway entitled 'Walk of Art' was to be contructed. As our son John was very interested in Art we thought it would be a lovely idea to add his name to the sculpture; so we did this in his memory. John died in November and his name appears on plate 11 of the walkway. You can see some photos of the walkway below.




You are always in our thoughts John, we love and miss you.
Mom & Dad
XXX




In Memory of my Son Garry Lemm

They who are near to me
Do not know that you are nearer to me
Than they are

They who speak to me
Do not know that my heart is full
With your unspoken words

They who crowd in my path
Do not know
That I am walking alone with you

They who love me
Do not know
That their love brings you to my heart

Lovingly contributed by Mary Thwaites

Author Rabrindranath Tagore 1861-1941


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In Loving Memory
of
John Andrew Williams
22.5.81-17.11.94

Sometimes in the soft, quiet moments,
we think about the things we've shared.
Simple things, but somehow important
things,
that make our life special and make
you
a special part of our life.
Even though we are far apart,
there is no distance between our hearts.
We miss you very much and we love you
even more.

Love Mom & Dad

Copyright ©

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In Memory of my Beloved Son Garry.

This is a tribute to the memory of my beloved son Garry and was written by my Grand-daughter Kelly when she was nine years old, a year after her Dad died.

Once I had a dream that one night my Dad came to me and said:
" Kelly don't worry you are always in my heart and you're going to live till you're a hundred years old, with no pain".
I wish that the dream will come true. I don't mind if it doesn't but I wish it would and maybe one day it will if I'm lucky.
But in that dream the most thing I want in it is to see my Dad again, just once will be ok, but if I had to choose me or my nan-nan seeing him, I would pick her because she misses him very much.

by Mary Thwaites

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