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  • Baby Grave Being Vandalised Can You Help?

    Hello everyone! 

    As some of you may know, I am moving my Son Angel from one cemetery to another. I lost Angel from my waters breaking quite early on. This is  Because every time we go up to visit him, he keeps getting destroyed and vandalised! This happens every two weeks! The people that are vandalising Angel, clearly do not have a heart,   We feel like we have no choice to move him as they vandals will carry on doing this! We are moving him to Tavistock cemetery, which is where I grew up and he won’t be alone as he will be with my Grandad and cousin! 

    Losing a child is traumatising as it is, let alone having their graves vandalised all the time! If we never move him, he will never be able to rest peacefully.  

    Could you imagine visiting your child and having the trauma of cleaning up the wreckage they leave behind? 

    In the photo, as you can see the little Angel statue has had the head and wing broken off, the statue came with the plaque so we were heartbroken when we saw it. This isn’t all the vandals have done. They have broken flower pots, broken off the Concrete heart block and broken little ornaments we use to put down on the grave, which we no longer do because of the vandalism. 

    So if you can, please donate to help move him! Every little penny will help!
    thank you so much from Lauren Grylls, Jaydan Walsh and Family!

    Please use this link to support the family https://gf.me/u/yf4fsg

  • Beautiful Poem After The Lose Of A Loved One

    I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.

    I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.

    I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

    “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

    I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,

    You were thinking of the many things and memories of me.

    I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.

    I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

    I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.

    I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.

    I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

    I gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, “it’s me.”

    You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

    I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

    It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.

    To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

    You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…

    in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

    The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning

    and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

    And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

    I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

    I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

    Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to me.

    Author Unknown

     

  • I Was A Terrible Mum Today

    “I was a terrible mom today”

    Most days I come home, you’re running to the door so excited to see your momma, all you want is my attention. I respond “move, I’m ready to get out of my uniform and I just wanna sit down” usually it’s the same ole thing.

    Ran all day at work, got treated like crap by patients who don’t appreciate us, then got off late. I’m tired. I’m aggravated. My patience went out the window 12 hours ago. The last thing I want is for this tiny human to be crawling all over me as soon as I walk through the door. After that it’s “Did you do your homework? Did you get in trouble at school? Why isn’t your room clean? Turn the damn tv down!”

    Then it’s time for bed…

    And when the house is quiet and your sleeping that’s when it hits. “I was a terrible mom today”

    The guilt of not showing you the attention that you crave sets in. Another day passes that I let my work, financial stresses, school, etc get the best of me. Of course I don’t mean to take things out on you. I know you’re just being a kid. I’m sorry that I fail you on a daily basis. You deserve the world.

    So tonight, I let you lay next to me until you fell asleep. You always want to sleep next to me and I’m always telling you no because “you’re getting too big” but deep down inside I know the days of you saying “momma, can I sleep with you?” are numbered. Soon, you’ll stop greeting me at the door. Soon, you’ll stop asking for hugs. Soon, you’ll stop wanting me to sit in your room with you and watch tv. Soon, you’ll be gone all weekend with your friends and there won’t be a loud tv on…. It’ll just be silence.

    Even though you’re almost bigger than me, I carry you to bed tonight. Hoping I can be a better mom tomorrow.

    Credit Shelley Lemley