| Location | Bolton |
| Age | 83 years |
| Date of Birth | 10/1922 |
| Date of Death | 6/2006 |
| Visitors | 1,720 since 18/08/2007 |
| Creator |
I would like to dedicate this site to my beautiful handsome grandad, Walter Hargreaves who was sadly
taken from us on 17th June 2006 in his 83rd year.
My grandad passed away in Bolton hospice after a brave battle with lung cancer, today he lives on
through his daughter, son, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
My grandad was my best friend, dad and hero rolled into one and i was so lucky to share such a
strong bond with him that i will always be eternally grateful that he was mine. He is never far
from my thoughts and i am honoured to have had him in my life.
I know that its not likely i will ever experience the kind of love i have for my grandad again but
i find this to be the most fitting way to pay tribute to such a fantastic, loving and proud man.
They say times a healer, we're still waiting x x x
Just a big thank you to all that have left candles for my dear grandad, i have been struggling alot
recently as i got married and really wanted grandad there, so please do not think i have not been
thinking of you all, i have, take care xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sadly my nana Joyce hughes (bolton) passed away 16th october 2007, she to has a site please feel
free to leave her a candle, god bless x
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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.
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When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
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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.
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)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
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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♥ 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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Prayer of Faith.
We trust that beyond absence there is a presence.
That beyond the pain there can be healing.
That beyond the brokenness there can be wholeness.
That beyond the anger there may be peace.
That beyond the hurting there may be forgiveness.
That beyond the silence there may be the word.
That beyond the word there may be understanding.
That through understanding there is love.
Anon
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Quietly I Weep
By Lyndie Sorenson
Although I seem to hide it
My sorrow's still so deep
Missing you in silence
Quietly I weep
I long to see your smile
Hear your laughter, hug you tight
But you're no longer with me
You've headed toward the light
I'm sure you are quite happy
Here on earth I miss you so
Asking that same question
Why was it you that had to go?
I am sure there is an answer...
One that might make sense
When others offer reasons
I'm just on the defence
If they could understand me
Know how hard life is with grief
Just hold my hand and listen...
That would be a great relief
Although I seem to hide it
My sorrow's still so deep
Missing you in silence...
Quietly I weep
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♥ Only we who grieve ♥
♥ Tis only we who grieve
♥ They do not leave
♥ They are not gone
♥ They look upon us still
♥ They walk among the valleys now
♥ They stride upon the hill
♥ Their smile is in the summer sky
♥ Their grace is in the breeze
♥ Their memories whisper in the grass
♥ Their calm is in the trees
♥ Their light is in the winter snow
♥ Their tears are in the rain
♥ Their merriment runs in the brook
♥ Their laughter in the lane
♥ Their gentleness is in the flowers
♥ They sigh in autumn leaves
♥ They do not leave
♥ They are not gone
♥ tis only we who grieve.
♥ Author unknown ♥
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