| Location | Thetford |
| Age | 85 years |
| Cause of Death | Pneumonia |
| Date of Birth | 20/01/1923 |
| Date of Death | 09/10/2008 |
| Visitors | 203 since 16/11/2009 |
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dad was a prisoner of war during the korean war he loved gardening and had a local school visit his allotment and the children enjoyed the strawberries our mum died when we very young so really we only had dad he did get another partner who mentally and physically abused us but you love your parents unconditionally
my dad
i love you very much if you could have stayed a bit longer i would have been better i have so many things i want to tell you everyone has got on there lives except me i am still at day one i dont go out no more dad i have anxiety depression and agoraphobia what can i do dad i would cash my chips in but i have stuart to care for i miss you so very much what am i going to do its so hard living without you love you loads your everloving daughter carol xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
birthday
my darling dad happy 87th birthday i love and miss you so much the loneliness doesnt go away i cant get on with my life im back to being stuck in four walls again love you now and forever your loving daughter carol xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
dad i love and missyou so very much the hurt just wont go away i really dont know how i get threw it passing day another year has just begun and still the tears still flow what it meant to lose you noone will ever know xxxx
Let Us Remember Them - by Blair Leger
'Please wear a poppy', the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old, and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along, on care free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
'Lady', said he, 'May I have one?'
When she pinned it on, he turned to say,
'Why do we wear a poppy today?'
The lady smiled in her wistful way,
And answered, 'This is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men who died in war,
And because they died you and I are free--
That’s why we wear a poppy, you see'.
'I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew
And became a man--as you will, too.'
'He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away,
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said ‘Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, Mum, so please don't cry'.
'But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it in my dreams at night),
With the tanks and guns and cruel Barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.'
'Till at last the war was won-
And that’s why we wear a poppy son'.
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said 'Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your Son-- did he come back alright?'
A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
She shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought-and thousands paid.
And so when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
And asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy. Remember-- and Give!
Lest we forget......
Copyright ~ 2009 by Blair Leger & ilovepoetry.com
Father by Debbie Burgess
A Father is a special gift,
One you think will stay.
You never think the time will come,
When he is called away.
But when the moment comes,
And you never said goodbye.
The pain overwhelms you,
And all you do is cry.
You laughed with me in good times,
And cried with me, when sad.
You always went without for me,
You gave me all you had.
You taught me many things in life,
That I would have to do.
But,Dad, you never taught me,
How to cope with losing you.
red poppies all around remembrance day has come around the day my heart broke in two my dear old dad i lost you another day you have been gone another day to carry oniss you more than words can say the loneliness wont go away
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