| Location | Thamesmead, Erith |
| Age | 49 years |
| Date of Birth | 16/08/1957 |
| Date of Death | 28/09/2006 |
| Visitors | 7,086 since 02/01/2007 |
| Creator |
My uncle barry was known to his nices and nephews as unk... he was born on 16th of August 1957 and
sadly passed on 28th September 2006 after sadly suffering for 49 years of his battle for life.
My unk was born with a very very rare diease called mannosidosis, so rare that to date he was the
only person in the united kingdom to have this. His entire life was a struggle to live, battling
every day to survive, a survival life spam was given numerous times only for my unk to outlive it,
doctors was baffled and just told us he could die at any time. the eldest person to survive was 24
so as my unk passed 24 everyday with him was a blessing. when my grandad passed 24th january 2005 my
unk stopped fighting for his life as his daddy was gone and as hard as we tryed we couldnt make him
understand that he wasnt coming back, you see... due to this diease my unk had the mind of a child,
he was partly blind as well as partly deaf... and couldnt do anything for himself. Thankfully he had
a fantastic family behind him to help him along... from the eldest to the youngest. i dont think any
of us saw him as an average uncle, he was a huge part of all our lives.. a special part of our
lives. he touched the heart of so many people and made so many of us better people for it!
he loved all his little toys if they played music or moved about he loved them and the house was
full of them, my kids will always see them as an unk toy.
he had a passion for music, you would always see him sitting in his chair with his karaoke on and a
mic in his hand singing top of his voice, not that you could understand most of it but it kept him
hapy which in return kept us happy. he loved daniel o'donnell i think we all know that mans dvds
from beggining to end.
as he had the mind of a child christmas was always a great time for him he absolutely loved it, my
nans home was always like santas grotto, whenever the tree and lights went up he knew christmas was
coming... as he didnt know dates and times etc he would know it was soon by the decorations. then on
christmas eve we would take the fairy off the top of the tree, he thought she would fly away to help
santa... he knew at that moment that when he woke up the next day santa would have been and he would
have many gifts waiting for him. so as soon as he noticed the fairy gone he wanted to go to bed
bless him not understanding that it was only about 5pm... none of us dreamed that that would be the
last time our fairys would fly away.
I never ever thought i would see the day that i had to bury my unk, i knew deep down that one day it
would come but where he kept defying the odds so many times i guess i just never thought it would
happen.... but it did.
My nan had taken my unk to the chalet (they had since b4 i was born) and he just wasnt himself, he
wouldnt eat and he wouldnt drink, that spark from his big blue eyes had just gone, was almost as
though he had given up fighting. after seeing a doctor there and being told he had a urine infection
my nan decided to bring him home as she was finding it hard coping alone with him. we called a
doctor out to see him who wold us, yes he had a uine infection which was causing his breath to
become shortened and his temperatures etc.
one day me and my mum went round to see him and he looked ill, we all got worried and dialed 999, he
just wasnt himself and his breathing was getting worse. the paramedics decided to take him to
hospital, put him on oxygen and took him down, by the time he got in the ambulence his eyes closed
and he went into coma like state.
once at the hospital we was asked what his life dependency was like... we knew what they was
asking... we replyed "his our life" and so the doctors worked hard to save him.my uncle went
straight to critical care where he had the best care ever. hooked up to drips.. venterlators feeding
tubes, heart monitors it was all so so scarey. as days went past he began come come around but was
so scared he needed to be sedated... he was kept sedated for a few day till they let us stay with
him over night as we was able to calm him when he started to lose his temper. A doctor came to us
one day telling us my unk had now caught septicemia and that things didnt look good. hope seemed to
be drifting away but my unk never gave up.. he continued to fight as he had done all his life. then
he contracted MRSA and bit by bit our hopes were being taken.. he was in a side room now and we was
told they was going to take him off of his ventorlator as risk of infection was high... we all
thought our world was going to end.... but once again he defyed odds and carried on fighting and
continued to breathe on his own. by now he had been in critical care a little over 2 weeks and
things finally started to look up. the sedation had stopped, the tubes and wires were gone. i was
there with my nan the day they told us my unk could have his first cup of tea!! you see my unk loved
his cup of tea and kept asking for one but wasnt allowed. a picture was taken of his first cup at
the hospital and was sent to everyones mobile that day, titled barry boys got his cup of tea... as
silly as it sounds that on its own made us all cry.
finally he was getting better, he was drinking and eating a little was even trying to get out of bed
which was great, doctors sopke about moving him to a regular ward, we was over the moon.
but as the day wore on he began sleeping more... just seemed very tired so we figured he had
exhaused himself... he slept all through that night which is something he rarely does. nothing
prepared us for the following day, my unk had gone downhill fast... doctors told us that day that
there was no more they could do for him, my unk was going to die! they told us they didnt think he
was going to survive the night out.
all family was called up the hospital, all my unks life his family was there for him... and we was
all going to be there for him till he took his last breath. we all sat crowded around his bed
holding his hands, massaging his little legs, touching his hair... any part of him we could to let
him know we was all there for him and that he wasnt alone. by now my unk wasnt even conscious but
still he fought. as the clock ticked morning came and still he fought... about 7am his breathing
became shallow and he struggled to take his breaths... with every breathe he took we cryed... we
willed him to look for hes daddy that he missed so dearly... our heart was breaking to tell him to
go... but broke even more to see him struggle for breath. his breaths became less and less till at a
few minuites past 11am his daddy finally came to get him and his tool his last breath as his family
cuddled him.
my unk was a true meaning to the word fighter, he was 1 in a million, there would never be a man as
innocent, loving, caring and determined and him.
everyday is a struggle to cope without him by our side.
unk everyone including myself love and miss you so much, sleep well our hero xxxx
✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞
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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♥
♥ 15TH NOVEMBER 2009 ♥
♥
It's Sunday again and the days pass so fast,
But my love for you will always last.
The days go by in such a blur,
Oh I wish that you were here.
︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽
Days turn into months..
Months turn into years..
I still love you with all my heart..
And only wish we never had to part.
︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽
It's Sunday again and there is not a sound,
Theres not even many people walking around.
For Sunday you see is a day of rest..
You should know my angel..
Because you are the best.
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So my darling angel I just want to say...
Have a peaceful Sunday in heaven today.
And remember it's not just on a Sunday I love and miss you..
I love and miss you every day of the week too.
︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽
SENDING YOU SUNDAY BLESSINGS, MAY YOU HAVE A
PEACEFUL DAY, LOVE JUDE. X X
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copyright ~ Jackie Thomas 14/06/09.
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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.
Sweetdreams XxX
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........... (...(`.-``'**-.*)...)..........Just Peeking in
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..........__.`.-._...'='.._.-.*.__.......ANGEL
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Having problems with my computer, so leaving big hugs incase I can`t get on for a few days, love Christine xxx
IITH NOVEMBER 2009
✿..LET US REMEMBER THEM...✿
✿ '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 wistling 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 Rememberance 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--
Thats 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, mom, 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 thats 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 freedome 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
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
♥
6th November 2009.
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┊ ┊┊ ┊┊ ★★ ★ Just sending
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┊ ┊┊ ★ Lots of love
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┊ ★ For a special Angel
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★ In heaven above.
I've just popped on your memorial..
To send you some love..
For a special Angel..
In heaven above
You are greatly missed..
By your family below
Why God took your hand..
They will never know.
You were loved so much..
And nobody could compare
For you are a their special Angel..
In heaven up there.
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copyright ~ Jackie Thomas 30/07/09.
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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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