| Location | Middlesbrough |
| Age | 85 years |
| Date of Birth | 10/1921 |
| Date of Death | 4/2007 |
| Visitors | 2,756 since 01/01/2008 |
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My dad Gerard Burns was mayor of Middlesbrough in(1974) He lost his wife our mam Florence in (1972)so she did not get the chance to be mayoress but myself and my sister Rosina had the pleasure of doin it and i know mam looked proudly down on us.Myself, sister and 4 brothers were always proud of whatever our dad done but we were especially proud when at the age of 80 he graduated at Teeside University with a degree in computers. We will all miss his home made birthday cards that he used to do on his computer but we always used to laugh because although we bought him pkts of new envelopes to put these cards in he would put them in used envelopes and his 12 grand kids and 20 great grand kids always knew straight away with out openin them who they were off.Until the 12th Jan 2007 my dad was fit and well for his age and still drivin his car,but that day which should have been a happy for us all turned out the opposite i had to fone him and through my own tears tell him that my eldest daughter Mandy who had gone full termhad lost her baby in childbirth that baby was Kiera Hall, my dad never got over us losin Kiera he had a heart attack 4 days after we buried her. He was in hospital for a month then when doctors said he could leave but not to live on his own my husband and i brought him to live with us. I nursed dad 24/7. The week before easter i knew he was giving up so i foned my brothers and sister who all came to see him also his grand children. On easter sunday 11 weeks after losing Kiera our dad sadly died peacefully in my arms.He will always be sadly missed he has left such a massive hole in all our hearts.Miss you every day dad from Bernadette,Rosina George,Gerard,Dennis Geoff grand children Mandy, Joanne, Cheryl, Michelle,Wayne, Paul, Claire, Jane, Michael, Kerry, Geoffrey ,Christopher and your 20 great grand children Good nite and Godbless till we see you again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
☜♡☞ The Wings That Fly Us Home ☜♡☞
There are many ways of being in this circle we call life
A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night
Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine
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Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away
Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave
Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run
Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun
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I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow
I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind
I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower
I awoke with this: a flower in my hand
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I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one
In the brotherhood of creatures; who the father, who the son
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
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And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens
It fills the endless yearning of the soul
It lives within a star too far to dream of
It lives within each part and is the whole
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It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home
Fly us home, fly us home.
~ Words by Joe Henry, music by John Denver
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ღ LIFE is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
…~ Charles Feidelson, Jr.
ღ LOVE is the vital core of the soul, and of all you see, only love is infinite.
…~ Rumi
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ღ A Farewell ღ
FAREWELL, oh dream of mine!
I dare not stay;
The hour is come, and time
Will not delay:
Pleasant and dear to me
Wilt thou remain;
No future hour
Brings thee again.
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She stands, the Future dim,
And draws me on,
And shows me dearer joys—
But thou art gone!
Treasures and Hopes more fair,
Bears she for me,
And yet I linger,
Oh dream, with thee!
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Other and brighter days,
Perhaps she brings;
Deeper and holier songs,
Perchance she sings;
But thou and I, fair time,
We too must sever—
Oh dream of mine,
Farewell for ever!
~ Adelaide Anne Procter
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♥ If We Never Meet Again ♥
(I will meet you on that beautiful shore)
Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey
And perhaps never meet anymore
Till we gather in heaven's bright city
Far away on that beautiful shore
If we never meet again this side of heaven
As we struggle through this world and its strife
There's another meeting place somewhere in heaven
By the side of the river of life
Where the charming roses bloom forever
And where separations come no more
If we never meet again this side of heaven
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
Oh they say we shall meet by the river
Where no storm clouds ever darken the sky
And they say we'll be happy in heaven
In the wonderful sweet by and by
If we never meet again...
(If we never meet again this side of heaven)
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
(Beautiful beautiful shore)
♥ Albert E. Brumley ♥
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An old monk was once asked why he cared for ancient graves,
and why he cleaned the stones to preserve the writing carved there.
His reply was simple: “They still have their names. They will
always have their names.”
A life infused with love has consequences that reach beyond time
— ensuring that names, and places, and memories of what was,
still are, and always will be. They are not dead, can never die.
~ Gregory & Suzanne Wolfe
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☜♡☞ Dancing With Angels ☜♡☞
It’s just so hard to believe
All I have to hold is your memory
From this side of the clouds all I see is grief
But on the other side I know you’re free
And you’re dancing, dancing with angels.
Somewhere just out of my reach
You’re keeping heavenly company
When I’m feeling lonely it’s for myself I cry
‘Cause there aren’t any tears in paradise
When you’re dancing, dancing with angels.
I can almost hear your laughter
See the fullness of your joy
Knowing that you’re present with the Lord
And though today I miss you I know the day will come
When every believer will behold the Son
And we’ll be dancing, dancing with angels.
Ⓒ 1997 Dayspring Music / Lehsem Music
Words and Music by J. Mandeville & S. Siler
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Shifting the Sun
When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.
When you father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.
Diana Der-Hovanessian
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The Passing Tides
I loved the river:
Enchanting.
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I loved the wind:
Caressing.
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I loved the daylight:
Soothing.
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I loved the starlight:
Haunting.
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I loved my dear ones:
Being.
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I am now all I loved:
Blessing.
Ⓒ M.R Berman
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The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth,—
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity.
~ Emily Dickinson ♥
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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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Our parents cast long shadows over our lives.
When we grow up we imagine that we can walk into the sun, free of them.
We don’t realise until it’s too late that we have no choice in the matter, they are always ahead of us.
We carry them within us all our lives, in the shape of our face, the way we walk, the sound of our voice, our skin, our hair, our hands, our heart.
We try all our lives to separate ourselves from them, and it is only when they are gone from us that we find we are indivisible.
We grow to expect that our parents, like the weather, will always be with us.
Then they go, leaving a mark like a handprint on glass or a wet kiss on a rainy day.
And with their parting we realise we are no longer children.
Richard Eyre

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