| Location | Javea, Alicante, Spain |
| Age | 82 years |
| Cause of Death | Leukaemia |
| Date of Birth | 29/01/1928 |
| Date of Death | 02/08/2010 |
| Visitors | 3,414 since 23/09/2010 |
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WELCOME TO CHARLIE'S GARDEN XX
. . . . . . . For my darling husband Charlie with love always xx
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. . .. [♥ღ ღ♥]۞۩๑๑۩۞۩๑๑۩۞۩๑۞۩๑๑۩۞۩๑๑۩۞۩๑
My other half almost joined at the hip and together for 56 years (married for 53) passed away within four days of being in hospital. Having battled oesophagus and stomach cancer 13 years ago where 4 inches of his gullet was taken away and 2 thirds of his stomach also.Operated on in Hare field hospital who definitely saved his life at that time. All was well for about a year but this anaemia of the blood called Waldenstrom's Macroglobulinaemia (it makes the immune system very weak) which meant he had to take chemotherapy tablets every six weeks (9 per day for 5 days) this treatment worked fine for nearly thirteen years but because he needed a cataract operation on both eyes he was given tests before the operation itself and it was discovered that he had an irregular heart beat so they prescribed a blood thinner and tablets.Also took him off the chemotherapy tablets and put him on thirteen weeks of actual chemotherapy. This is where it started to go wrong for him...... The first cataract operation went fine and he was really happy and said "if the second one is as good as this it will be great" Unfortunately after the second operation on his right eye he caught an infection in it because of his immune system being so low which finally resulted in the loss of the sight in his right eye which absolutely devastated him, that was in May. June and July showed much deterioration in his health, the weakness of his immune system slowly affecting his other organs. I can't dwell on these last few months because to see someone so strong and determined to beat his health issues finally having to succumb to becoming so weak and hardly able to walk was so sad for me to see, all I could do was to look after him and help him as much as I could but he seemed to know that this illness was finally beating him and he was getting a lot of pain, he did say that he wouldn't want to live if this was the way it was going to be. Little did I realize that when we went on the Friday morning for a routine blood test for him that from the surgery he would be taken to hospital where he died on the Monday. It was quite surreal. The two most important women in his life was with him that was his daughter Maxene and myself when he passed ~ Still cannot believe it.....
About his life which I feel I must write about....
Went as a boy rating on the HMS Vindicatrix at Sharpness at the age of fourteen, a very hard life for a boy of that age but he said that was the making of him and taught him just how to be a man and believe me he was a real man. From there served aboard tankers on coastal runs and the on Liners starting as a pantry boy and worked his way up to third catering officer with such lines as Shaw Saville and the White Star Line he did a few world cruises and saw a lot of the world. He then met me in 1954, we courted for 2 years, got engaged and married in September 1957.
We had a wonderful life together of course we had arguments tell me what married couple doesn't but so many happy times, holidays a real camaraderie together, liked the same music and enjoyed life,liked dancing. Worked together for a number of years in.Greengrocery where we both worked hard and in retirement enjoyed the rewards of it all. Everyone thought that if we did leave England for a warmer climate that we would go to Cyprus where we spent many happy holidays and once had an apartment, so when we decided to come to Spain I think everyone was a bit surprised, nevertheless that is where we ended up and for most of the last eight years have been extremely contented and happy, it was only these last eight months when things started to go wrong. I have his ashes here with me at the moment but I know he wanted to go back to his dear England and be scattered at sea together with the ashes of his beloved dogs Ollie,Jessie and Jay which we have always kept. At some stage I will make sure his wishes are kept but at the moment he has to stay with me just a little bit longer. Together for such a long time it will be hard to finally part but he will be here forever in my heart, photos and music that we both loved. At the funeral I had played "Unforgettable" by Engelbert Humperdinck and "The Last Farewell" by Roger Whittaker, so apt I thought.
God Bless, never forgotten, you know I love you.
Anita xx
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☜♡☞ Dancing With Angels ☜♡☞
It’s just so hard to believe
All I have to hold is your memory
From this side of the clouds all I see is grief
But on the other side I know you’re free
And you’re dancing, dancing with angels.
Somewhere just out of my reach
You’re keeping heavenly company
When I’m feeling lonely it’s for myself I cry
‘Cause there aren’t any tears in paradise
When you’re dancing, dancing with angels.
I can almost hear your laughter
See the fullness of your joy
Knowing that you’re present with the Lord
And though today I miss you I know the day will come
When every believer will behold the Son
And we’ll be dancing, dancing with angels.
Ⓒ 1997 Dayspring Music / Lehsem Music
Words and Music by J. Mandeville & S. Siler
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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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۰̮̑●̮̑۰۰̮̑●̮̑۰۰̮̑●̮̑۰
FLY AWAY
۰̮̑●̮̑۰۰̮̑●̮̑۰۰̮̑●̮̑۰
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Fly away my angel,
Spread your wings and fly;
Take the beauty of your soul,
And share it with the sky.
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Take the warmth within your heart,
And put the sun to shame;
The glow of summer's sunlight.
Will never be the same.
Take the strength within your soul,
From your heart, the tenderness there;
Behold the majesty of the sky,
Its beauty does not compare.
Take the splendor of the stars,
That twinkles in the sky;
It fades in the matchless sparkle,
Of the beauty there in your eyes.
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Fly away my Angel,
For I have set you free;
I will wait here patiently,
Until you fly back to me.
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Allison Chambers Coxsey, 1997
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❦ PARTING ❦
~ Written by Charlotte Bronte
There’s no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There’s such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one’s heart:
There’s such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nursed,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.
We’ll not let its follies grieve us,
We’ll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.
When we’ve left each friend and brother,
When we’re parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.
Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We’ll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death!
In the evening, when we’re sitting
By the fire, perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.
We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.
So there’s no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill!
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God bless. xxx
~ A Year In Heaven ~
ONE year among the angels, beloved, thou hast been;
One year has heaven's white portal shut back the sound of sin:
And yet no voice, no whisper, comes floating down from thee,
To tell us what glad wonder a year of heaven may be.
Our hearts before it listen, the beautiful closed gate:
The silence yearns around us; we listen and we wait.
It is thy heavenly birthday, on earth thy lilies bloom;
In thine immortal garland canst find for these no room?
Thou lovedst all things lovely when walking with us here;
Now, from the heights of heaven, seems earth no longer dear?
We cannot paint thee moving in white-robed state afar,
Nor dream our flower of comfort a cool and distant star.
Heaven is but life made richer: therein can be no loss:
To meet our love and longing thou hast no gulf to cross;
No adamant between us uprears its rocky screen;
A veil before us only; -- thou in the light serene.
That veil 'twixt earth and heaven a breath might waft aside;
We breathe one air, beloved, we follow one dear Guide:
Passed in to open vision, out of our mists and rain,
Thou seest how sorrow blossoms; how peace is won from pain.
And half we feel thee leaning from thy deep calm of bliss,
To say of earth, "Beloved, how beautiful it is
The lilies in this splendor, -- the green leaves in this dew;
0, earth is also heaven, with God's light clothed anew!"
So, when the sky seems bluer, and when the blossoms wear
Some tender, mystic shading we never knew was there,
We'll say "We see things earthly by light of sainted eyes;
He bends where we are gazing, to-day, from Paradise."
Because we know thee near us, and nearer still to Him
Who fills thy cup of being with glory to the brim,
We will not stain with grieving our fair, though fainter light,
But cling to thee in spirit as if thou wert in sight.
And as in waves of beauty the swift years come and go,
Upon celestial currents our deeper life shall flow,
Hearing, from that sweet country where blighting never came,
Love chime the hours immortal, in earth and heaven the same.
Lucy Larcom (1824-1893)
On your 1st Angel Day. xxxxx
~ In Loving Memory ~
(Walter Westfall)
It has been a year,
Since you from us did part,
But you will always be dear,
Within our memory and our heart.
The days without you are long,
And we are sad you are gone,
But you would want us to be strong,
And with our lives to go on.
Now you are at rest,
Free from all pain and woe,
In the realm of the blest,
Where love and peace doth flow.
We look forward to seeing you again,
Upon the other shore,
There will be no sadness then,
But peace and happiness evermore.
~~~ REMBERING YOU ON YOUR ANGEL DAY CHARLIE ~~~
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xxx LOVE ALWAYS xxx
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❤ My Life is a Bowl ❤
~ May Riley Smith ~
My life is a bowl which is mine to brim
With loveliness old and new.
So I fill its clay from stem to rim
...With you, dear heart,
...With you.
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My life is a pool which can only hold
One star and a glimpse of blue.
But the blue and the little lamp of gold
...Are you, dear heart,
...Are you.
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My life is a homing bird that flies
Through the starry dusk and dew
Home to the heaven of your true eyes,
...Home, dear heart,
...To you.
⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰
.......................DRY YOUR TEARS.......................
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Please dry your tears and laugh again.
Let go your hurt, release your pain.
Accept that my time on earth was complete.
My lessons all learned, some bitter, some sweet.
Envisage those who were healthy and strong.
Don’t hold on to the memory of where it went wrong.
Know that the place where I am feels so right;
I’m surrounded by love and bathed in white light.
Don’t cling to the heartache and think I’m afar
For I stand by your side, wherever you are.
In your joy and your sorrow every day
I’m there with my love, just one thought away.
Step into the sunshine, come out of the rain.
For me dry your tears.
For me laugh again.
~~~unknown~~~
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❊ The Comforters ❊
When I crept over the hill, broken with tears,
When I crouched down on the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind bend to my ears,
I felt the light kiss of the wind touching my hair.
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When I stood lone on the height, my sorrow did speak,
As I went down the hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroking my cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.
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When I went to thy grave, broken with tears,
When I crouched down in the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind soft in my ears,
I felt the kind lips of the wind touching my hair.
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When I stood lone by thy cross, sorrow did speak,
When I went down the long hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroked my pale cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.
~ Dora Sigerson Shorter ~
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