“Ronnie My Boy”

I think back upon the joy I experienced as I witnessed your growth and achievements.
Can the fact that you are no longer here remove those memories?
No. They are with me always...
The happiness I felt, the pleasure you gave me, the many moments of satisfaction.
Nothing can diminish that.
Truly, I wish it could have continued for many, many more years

Having done my best, having given my all, I can only stand aside and grieve.

Yes I made mistakes like many of us mum’s do but our role doesn't come with a manual but my broken heart says it all

Thank you for giving me joy. Thank you for giving me happiness.
I was blessed to have had you with me for the time that fate gave us.

Thank you for being my boy

Love from your Mum xxx

Mummy's Boy

Mummy’s boy, born and bred

He could do no wrong, whatever anyone said.

I know you miss him so, but he’s still here

Watching us laughing and shedding a tear

No one will ever replace him or make the pain go away

There will be good times and then there will be a rainy day

We must keep our angel close and never forget

That he left a lasting impression on all those he met

Nothing can close to a mum’s love for her child born

The pain is deep and twists like a thorn

Look at these pictures and remember the fun he gave you

And treasure those memories especially when you’re feeling blue.

Poem written for my Mum

by Charlotte Luckett

Martyn Luckett

1985 - 2005

Cheeky chap, made everyone smile

Even if it was only for a little while

God has chosen you to be his soldier

Forsaking us seeing you getting older

There's a constant ache deep in my heart

I won't forget you my dearest Mart

We had so much fun, so many memories to keep

They're locked in my mind, cherished, oh so deep

I hope you are happy and looking down

Keeping that cheeky grin and not a frown

I hear your voice and see your face

Life is no longer seen as a rat race

You're up there with good company I know

Nan, Aunty Marg and others alike in a row

Be peaceful my dear brother, I miss you so

See you one day and we will dance again I know!

Charlotte Luckett

Kevin Says

I left a bit too early

But fate made it that way,

I’d love to come and see you all

If only for a day

My journey won't allow me

To visit now and then,

I will have to just live on

Through Yasmin, Brooke and Ben

I’ll always watch you closely

To make sure you’re alright,

I’ll speak to you in your dreams

In the middle of the night

I did want a bit more time

There’s things I want to say,

But I left a bit too early

Cos fate made it that way

KEVIN EATON 10/01/1979 - 22/07/2007

WRITTEN ON BEHALF OF KEVIN BY HIS WIFE LOUISA,

FOR ALL OF THOSE HE LOVED

Its sometime now since you have gone

 Its sometime now since you have gone,

But somehow we have to carry on,

We miss your voice, your laugh and That Whistle,

So here we are you’ve left us ‘ripples’

Since you are gone, the sun has shone,

The moon has waxed and waned,

But life for us will never ever be the same.

No more phone calls, ‘Alright?’

‘I’m alright, you alright?’

‘Not bad, Not bad’

No more nights as jack the lad.

No more Type R with stereo pounding,

For as a young man you were outstanding.

You shone at work, you shone at play,

But now you’ve gone so far away.

What shall we do, how can we cope?

For you to us were such a good bloke.

We all loved you, you loved us back,

Now how can we fill this terrific gap

you’ve left behind

In truth we can’t, and nor do we want to,

For you my son you were unique,

A one off now life is bleak.

But for me you did not die,

You are not dead,

You are in some far off land instead,

With seas of blue and golden sands,

For there you’ll walk on sun kissed shores,

Without a care, without a worry,

No more to the station in a hurry.

Not to age, grow bald or fat,

You really wouldn’t have liked that!

Old age is a pisser, or so I’m told

For you have left us to face the cold

of life without you.

For here you’ll be, up in the sun,

You really are the chosen one.

So for now, my son,

Night night, god bless,

You really were the very best!

Kevin Lee Smart 28.12.73 – 05.09.07

Debbie Smart

I See No Ravens

Although this day is dark and grey

Although this day I might lose my way

There is hope before me in the light

When towards new dawns I turn my sight

As the shroud of darkness begins to lift

And new beginnings stop the drift

There I see new ways to be

New horizons that beckon me

New paths to walk, new directions seen

Like emerging from a long dark dream

In the shadows now there are no omens

And now, at last, I see no Ravens!

Through parting clouds and clearing skies

I see my life now in reprise

What luck it was to have been given

That life which now I know resides in heaven

Note: I hope that in these lines I reflect a new beginning. That terrible loss of my son can never of course be forgotten, but I know that he would not wish us to dwell upon his loss. We must take up new ways - we can only live in the world as it is, and not as it was.

Richard Walker, November 2007

Sandra Chapman

Precious Son

Marcus how I miss you

My heart so full of pain,

To think that you have left

Life will never be the same.

I talk to you each evening

In the hope that you will hear,

I sit with you in the daytime

Hoping you are still quite near.

Your car stands on the driveway

Each day it’s the first thing that I see,

If only I could have a wish

That you were still here with me.

Your family still talk about you

I asked the question WHY,

I will hold you close within my heart,

Until the day I die.

Jackie (Marcus’ mum)

October

October, and the end of summer memories

A reminder now, when warm the sun shines

In those clear cloudless skies

A view across the open fields

Where new the furrows lie

These days, shorter now, but loved by all

The autumn is before us when golden leaves will fall

The forest, changed from its summer cloak

Now begins its rest, awaiting winter winds

To shed it’s dying canopy

Black fruits among the hedgerows

Beckon birds to feed

The tall, now dying grasses, offering their seed

There is a busy preparation

A ‘making ready’ for winter snows.

These old train lines rusting and forlorn

Still upon their sleepers and leading nowhere.

The very last wagon now is just a shell

Standing by itself, stranded, no more movement here

A bramble, climbing solid iron wheels.

People walking, they’re just passing by

Taking in the view, to the village on the hill

To the tower of the church, weather vane, and flag

The sound of far off bells, bring alive this bright new morning

In October, with my memories still burning!

Note: On a bright October day along the Colliers Way cycle path between Bath, Radstock and Frome, on the site of the old railway line, (the actual lines are still in place along several miles of the route) how nice a day it was, warm sunshine and lovely country views, what could be wrong with such a day? Nothing, but in my mind as always I am reminded of my son and all that could have been.

Richard Walker, October 2007

An Angel’s Message

An angel flew down from above

She was looking for the perfect soul

Someone filled with innocent love

As a new angel to enrol

He had to be sweet and kind

A perfect angel to be

Not the quickest soul to find

She knew it wouldn’t be easy

But there he was sat in class

As perfect as could be

She had found her ideal angel at last

To make others happy

On the shoulder she did tap him

And whispered in his ear

A new life he was about to begin

One without any fear

So up to heaven she did fly

With her new angel in tow

He didn’t get chance to say goodbye

But there’s something he wants you to know…

He misses you every single day

And loves you very much

He wants to wipe your tears away

With his healing angel touch

Happiness is all he wants for you

And to help heal the pain

He is sorry for what he has put you through

But promises you’ll see him again

So to finish off be very clear

That Dan is having a ball

His new life is filled with cheer

And no sadness AT ALL.

In memory of Dan Vavasour, by Aimee Pattenden

For my beautiful daughter Katie Hayes

Nothing prepared me for this

I never knew there could be so much pain and sorrow

So many tears have been shed

So many lives have been devastated

Life seems so fragile now

You use to light up the room

The days are now long and grey

Why were you taken so soon?

You had so much life to live

You had so much love to give

You were an inspiration, a beacon, a role model

You had such a wonderful circle of friends

“You brought happiness to all that met you

With that smile that never stopped”

We were all supposed to grow old together

Life now, seems to be just an existence

I wanted to walk you down the aisle

I wanted to hold your child

Why do I feel so much self-pity?

I try so hard to put on a brave face

But deep down I hurt inside

The pain is hard to bear

And through all this mental anguish

I know life MUST go on

I’ll take one day at a time

The path of grieving will be long and arduous

But I am surrounded by all that you have left

I am proud to have been your father

My love for you in life and now in death

Will always be unconditional

NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THIS

by John Hayes

Our Kasia

Our darling daughter is now not here,
And every day we shed a tear,
Hoping and praying that she is near,
Most of our days are so hard to bear,
Knowing that she is now not there.
 

We miss her laughter, fun and singing,
And all the joy she would be bringing,

I hear her voice saying "Don't be sad,
Please be strong my mam and dad."

by Kasia's mam

Poem for Nath

We’ll never be able to put into words

How much we miss you Nath

We miss your laughs, your jokes, your tricks,

Your happy smiling face

We miss what you’d have grown to be

As you achieved your dreams

The friendship and the love we’d share

How proud we would have been

Now we just hope through all our tears

As we still question WHY???

That you’ve gone to a better place

For a party in the Sky!

by Angela Butler

Nature’s Angel

Hear my whisper in the breeze

When the wind blows through the trees

Feel my touch in the air

And know that I am always there

Hear my song with the birds

And listen to my every word

I sing to you all day long

And hope that you can hear my song

Hear my laughter in the rain

Falling on your window pane

See my smiles in the sun

With every new day begun

Feel my presence with each wake

I am every breath you take

Every time you go to sleep

In your dreams is where well meet

All around feel my touch

I know it doesn’t feel like much

But I am here every day

Since the time I went away

In memory of Dan Vavasour, by Aimee Pattenden

CRY

When a cherished one leaves overwhelming the grief

Don’t want to know or even believe

When a loved one dies you sit and CRY

Asking yourself the question why?

There smile forever a memory shared

There voice still prominent as if just herd

The tears of sadness fall down my cheek

Desperate to talk, and hear you speak

Untold answers of why you left

Is there a reason for your untimely death?

Is there an answer or maybe a meaning

That could prevent this aching feeling.

I found a charity its called CRY

They helped me understand, explained why.

In times of trouble and despair,

 They listen well and show they care.

A silent killer UN-be-known

A child an adult not fully grown

It takes away from all of us

The smallest breathe with little fuss.

So every time you may feel SAD

Remember the times that made you glad

Every time you want to CRY

Just look for them up in the sky.

by Clare Sykes