| Location | Spalding |
| Age | 74 years |
| Date of Birth | 10/1929 |
| Date of Death | 9/2004 |
| Visitors | 537 since 03/12/2007 |
| Creator |
vic bradley passed away 24th september 2004 aged 74 retired he lived in spalding with his wife joyce. he had six children. he enjoyed going to his local pub for a beer the vine public inn. he worked at elsom seeds for some time and used to go for a swift half on his dinner break. and now he is reunited with my mum joyce as she recently passed away.both my loving parents back together as they should be. we all loved our dad each in our own way and i know he lives on. i love you pop and always will god bless xxxxxxx
my pops
our hearts still ache with sadness, secret tears still flow, what it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.. fly high angels loving you always xx xx
our grandad
You've always had a special place,
deep within our heart.
Forever there it will remain,
whether we're near or far apart.
You've always been a favourite,
to everyone you know.
You've always made us happy,
when were feeling low.
The kind advice you gave to us,
will never be replaced.
Nothing else can ever compare,
to see your smiling face.
I want you to know I love you,
and you mean the world to me.
You're the star I'll always wish upon,
the light I'll always see.
even though i never met you grandad
il always wish i had
lots of love jake xx
for my pops
God took the strength of a mountain
The majesty of a tree
The warmth of a summer sun
The calm of a quiet sea
The generous soul of nature
The comforting arm of night
The power of the eagles flight
The joy of a morning spring
The faith of a mustard seed
The patience of eternity
The depth of a family need
Then God combined these qualities
And then there was nothing more to add
He knew his masterpiece was complete
And so he called it...Dad.
The broken cord
We little knew that morning that God
Was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone;
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories,
Your love is still our guide;
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us, one by one,
The Chain will link again
Happy Fathers Day Dad.
well here we go again Dad another year gone by without be able to wish you Happy Fathers Dayin person .I know you are always by my side and with the rest of the family too.It doesn't get any easier not being able to see you but I feel your closeness everyday.They say time eases the pain but it doesn't get any easier.I just thought I would pop on here and leave you the words to another one of your favorite songs..Nana Mouskouri's White rose of Athens..
The summer days are ending in the valley
And now the time has come when we must be apart
But like the rose that comes back with the springtime
You will return to bring the summer to my heart
Till the white rose blooms again
You must leave me, leave me lonely
So goodbye my love till then
Till the white rose blooms again
The autumn leaves are falling in the valley
And soon the winter snow will lie upon the ground
But then I know, I know that like the roses
You will come back again when springtime comes around
Till the white rose blooms again
You must leave me, leave me lonely
So goodbye my love till then
Till the white rose blooms again
poem
She was called the Angel Lady for the ornaments she made,
She carved them out of scraps of fir and pine,
They echoed a belief she held from which she never strayed,
That angels are around us all the time.
Her ornaments were crafted with precision and with care
From photographs her customers supplied,
And each of them was christened with a blessing or a prayer
In honour of a loved one who had died.
She first received her calling with a heart consumed by grief,
The day her loving husband passed away,
She found that carving offered her a measure of relief
So she spent a little time at it each day.
And then when Christmas came with all the memories it brings,
And clouds of sadness fell upon her heart,
She carved her husband’s likeness with a pair of angel wings,
And magically the clouds began to part.
She fixed it with a piece of string and hung it on the tree,
He always loved the smell of fresh cut fir,
And when she sat beside the tree to carve a bit or read,
She felt his loving presence close to her.
When others saw the ornament, her neighbours and her friends,
They marvelled at how lifelike it appeared,
They begged her to consider carving ornaments for them
Of loved ones they had lost throughout the years.
And so her mission started and her reputation spread,
As orders came from cities far and wide,
From grieving people seeking some remembrance of their dead,
And comfort from the pain they felt inside.
The children were the hardest and it often made her weep,
To carve their childish features in the pine,
But a voice would always come and reassure her in her sleep
That angels were around them all the time.
And one day she received a special letter in her box
From a boy whose family dog had passed away,
She thought about it briefly and then asked herself “why not?”
And she started carving pets that very day.
For twenty years she carved until her hands were old and tired
And some days all her energy was gone,
But her belief in angels always made her feel inspired
And helped her find the strength to carry on.
And then one Christmas day a neighbour found her in her chair,
Her heart no longer sounding its commands,
With shavings all around her, in her clothing and her hair,
Her carving blade still nestled in her hand.
And when the medics came and slowly wheeled her to the door,
Her grieving friends were too distraught to see,
The looking glass that rested right beside her on the floor
Or the newest little angel on the tree.
It hung there by her husband like two birds upon a limb,
A woman carved in wood still wet with stain,
Her head was turned and she was smiling lovingly at him,
And he was looking back at her the same.
Like all the other angels she had carved throughout her days,
The image was so real it chilled the spine,
And engraved upon the bottom was this very simple phrase,
“Angels are around us all the time.”
just for you dad
Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful
Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so good
No one could be, so gentle and so lovable
Oh, my pa-pa, he always understood.
Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee
And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter
Oh, my pa-pa, so funny, so adorable
Always the clown so funny in his way
Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful
Deep in my heart I miss him so today.
love you now and always..god bless xxxx
poem
Angel In My Pocket
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in peoples pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel....
I was a fairy in a flower;
God, himself, hand-picked me,
& gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels
That He trains in angel pools:
We become His eyes, & ears, & hands
We become His speacials tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He tucked me in your Pocket
He blessed you with Angel care;
then told me to never leave you,
poem
THE Angels are here,
I heard my Dad say.
There are three on the roof
Their not leaving today.
There is one very tall one
And one to each side,
Could they possibly be my guides?
Go and get my glasses so I can see.
I think the angels Are here for me.
Though IM afraid,I will go even though
I know You will be missing me so.
I need a white balloon that I can ride.
To fly with the angels Across the sky.
Remember I Love You, And it was all not in vain.
My name has been written And gone is my pain.
my dad
God saw he was at his happiest and someone would not let that be, so he put his arms around him and whispered come with me. With tear filled eyes we watched you fade away although we loved you deeply we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands put to rest.God broke our hearts to prove he only takes the best. i love you pop stay close to me like always xxxxxxxx
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