| Location | Woodford Nr Romford |
| Age | 80 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 13/08/1901 |
| Date of Death | 07/03/1982 |
| Visitors | 4,769 since 14/08/2007 |
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lillan Emmett nr barlett she died in whipscross Hospital cancer aged 81 she had many jobs,very hard working. my mum lived most of her live in woodford, she had many brothers and sisters. and left 4 children Pat first born 1927 Elsie born 1935 and twins Freddy and myself Rosie born 1938 she leaves13 grand-children 15 great grand children 2 great great grand-children.she was the best mum any one could have. Bought us all up on her own all through the war years . we never went without anything all thruugh the hard times we all ways had food in our stomuks and clothes on our backs and a nice warm bed will miss her till i join her.
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THE BROKEN HEART FEELS PAIN
I have always thought that a Broken heart
Was just a figure of speech
That the heart doesn’t truly break,
It’s just the words we speak.
And then my loved one went away,
Up to the Heaven’s to stay
I found that heartbreak was no lie,
My heart truly felt the pain!
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~♥~It brings us all "Forget me nots"~ ♥~
~♥~To let us know our Angels are~♥~
~♥~Are always by our sides xxxx~ ♥~
~♥~To let you know that we`ll ~♥~
~♥~ FORGET YOU NEVER ~♥~
XXX BUTTERFLY HUGS XXX
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A rush of wings
they flutter high
to touch the sun
and kiss the sky
A butterfly
is with us now
No more a caterpillar
upon a leaf
with angel wings
A soaring butterfly
with us they sing
by
Lili Pintea-Reed copyright 2002
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Today Is My Birthday
Today is my birthday
Celebrate my life with you
And remember the good times
Forget the bad.
Look up towards the sun
And catch every ray of light
Upon your cheek.
For I am there with you.
Today is my birthday,
Be happy for me.
My life was full.
I had the pleasure of love
And the joy of my family.
Do not be sad
Look up towards the stars
And catch each twinkle
In your heart.
For I am there with you
Today is my birthday
My legacy is not wealth
Or mighty belongings,
My legacy is you and your life.
Spend it wisely and carefully,
Guard it always.
Do not be sad.
Feel the wind on your face
And in your hair
And know that I loved you
For I am there with you in your laughter
And in your hearts.
Today is my birthday,
Learn to live again without me.
Take my strength with you
For you are not alone.
Do not be sad
Feel the rain on your face
Feel all life's treasures and
Know that you are alive!
At each step of the way
I will help you
For I am with you always
Until we meet again.
Today is my birthday...
Author 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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Farewell, Dear Mother
Somewhere in my heart,
Beneath all of this pain,
Is a smile I still wear...
At the sound of your name.
The precious word is "MOTHER"
She was my world, you see,
But now my heart is breaking,
She's no longer here with me.
God chose her for His angel
To watch me from above,
To guide me and advise me
And know that I'm still loved.
The day she had to leave me,
Her life on earth was through,
But God had better plans for her
For this, I surely knew.
When I think of her kind heart
And all those loving years,
Because we're only human,
They're bound to bring us tears.
She truly was my best friend,
Someone I could confide in,
She always had a tender touch,
A soft and gentle grin.
I want to thank you Mother
For teaching me so well,
Even though the time has come,
That I must bid you farewell.
I'll remember all you've taught me
To put God above all others...
For I had no better teacher,
Than you ..... My Dear Mother.
Even though you've left this earth
And had to take your flight,
I know that you are here with me,
Each morning, noon and night.
- Ruth Ann Mahaffey (Copyright 2001)
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As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away —
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy.
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon.
The Dusk drew earlier in —
The Morning foreign shone —
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone.
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
~ Emily Dickinson
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LOVE YOU MUM
]MUM if i could have a single wish and never have another, it would be to have one hour and spend it with my mother xxxxx miss u mum more than words can say xx
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Metamorphosis
I watched a butterfly dry his wings
On a sun warmed blade of grass.
A dry cocoon fell to the ground.
The need for it was past.
Not long ago a squirmy worm
Had wriggled up this way,
But now this flying flower
Had brightened up my day.
The caterpillar wasn't gone,
But changed, so he could fly.
He left his former way of life
Without a tear or sigh.
I wonder if the caterpillars
That he left behind
Wonder what became of him
Or knew what he would find?
Did they try to hold on to him?
Do they miss him? Do they mourn?
Do they know he isn't gone,
But that he has been reborn?
It can be hard to say good-bye.
It can hurt to let go.
But, sometimes, that's the only way
Those lovely wings can grow.
By Gwen Flowers
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An Angel's Kiss
Your breath is the song that the morning sings,
Chirping birds, fluttering angel wings,
Daylight dances on the air;
Leaves rustle unaware.
Quietly, thoughts of you wander through my mind,
A gentle breeze on my face I find;
As if a kiss delivered to me
By the angels I know are there, but cannot see.
Just like the love that will never end,
I long to call this sorrow my friend.
By Tracy
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"Are all the Children In?"
I think oft-times as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred,
Where the children played at will;
And when at last the night comes down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look around and ask:
“Are all the children in?”
‘Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes to children’s feet,
And the yard is still, so still;
But I see it all as the shadows creep,
And though many the years have been
Since then, I can still hear Mother ask;
“Are all the children in?”
I wonder if, when the shadows fall
On the last, short, earthly day,
When we say goodbye to the world outside,
All tired with our childish play;
When we step out into the Other Land
Where Mother so long has been,
Will we hear her ask, just as of old:
“Are all the children in?”
-Florence Jones Hadley
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