
| Location | Creswell, Notts |
| Age | 55 years |
| Date of Birth | 06/03/1952 |
| Date of Death | 13/03/2007 |
| Visitors | 93,257 since 26/03/2007 |
| Creator |
William Eric Deakin
(CHUCK)
Born 6th March 1952 Died 13th March 2007 age 55.
A dear partner, dad, grandad, son, brother, uncle and friend. Whenever anyone needed anything you were always there, nothing was ever too much trouble. You lived your life around family, friends and fishing. Anything the grandkids wanted they would usually get, you spoilt them rotten and loved every minute of it. Christmas and birthdays will never be the same without you there to entertain the kids. They loved playing games with you and spending time with you in general. Pantomines, days out at the seaside, visits to the cinema- these are just some of the things the kids loved to do with you.
For us you have always been there to lend a hand whether it meant picking the kids up from school, babysitting when they were ill, fetching things in your van or just advice. I have several completed projects in my house that you helped (very patiently) with. Every time we attempt a project now, we can hear your voice as we try to decide the best approach. Sometimes I imagine I can hear you laughing as we attempt something for the third, fourth, fifth time. I know you got the most out of your life because I can't ever remember seeing you without a smile. When I think of all the things I know you still wanted to do in your lifetime I feel sad. Hopefully we will be able to keep most of your traditions going, and fulfill some of your dreams for you. We will certainly try. Always loved. In our hearts forever xxx.
You were taken from us without any of us getting the opportunity to say goodbye. For this I will always feel regret. My only comfort is that you never knew your time was up and you lived your life to the full. Sometimes I think about all the things I would have liked to have said to you, knowing that I will never get that chance really hurts . I think about all the times when I will really miss your presence, especially when we visit your house and everything is still the same but without you. This is when I realise what a big part of my life you really were and what a big hole has been left . You were the kindest and funniest man and hopefully in time I will be able to remember you in this way instead of the terrible sadness and pain I feel now. I imagine you sat in heaven now with your fishing rod in your hand. You are my dad and I am your daughter, for this I will be eternally grateful. I owe you so much.
God bless, sweet dreams xxx
My Precious Dad
I Wish I Could See You One More Time
Come Walking Through My Door
But, I Know That Is Impossible
I Will Hear Your Voice No More
I Know You Can Feel My Tears
And You Don’t Want Me To Cry
Yet, My Heart Is Broken
Because I Can’t Understand Why
Someone So Precious Had To Die
I Pray That God Will Give Me Strength
And Somehow Get Me Through
As I Struggle With This Heartache
That Was Caused By Losing You
In Precious Memory Of Chuck
Who Walked Through Heaven's Gate
13th March 2007 xxxx
They shine a little brighter, they feel a little more
They touch your life in ways no one has ever done before
They love a little stronger, they live to give their best
They make our lives so blest, so why do they go so soon?
The ones with souls so beautiful
I heard someone say--
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There must be Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world, and make this world bright
But they can't stay forever
Cause they're heaven sent
And sometimes, heaven needs them back again
They reach a little deeper, they see what's in your soul
And even when they leave you know, you'll never let them go
The world's a little richer, just cause they came along
Their love goes on and on, so why do they go so soon?
The ones with souls so beautiful. I heard someone say--
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There must be Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world, and make this world bright
They can't stay forever, cause they're heaven sent
And sometimes, heaven needs them back again
How else can you explain why they're here and not here to stay?
I believe there must be, must be
Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world, and make this world bright
But they can't stay forever, cause there heaven sent
And sometimes heaven needs them back again.
And sometimes heaven needs them back again
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-Kristin Chenoweth-
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♥ Ú¿Ú°Û£-Ú°Û£… love Jude. x
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When someone very dear to me
From this life was called away
I was empty from all meaning
I lived in sadness everyday
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I know in this heart of mine
Their human soul lives on
But even after all this time
I cant reach the world that has gone
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And with all these tears I have shed
Its happiness that I have found
For I know their soul lives on
Even though silence is all around
Copyright� Sharon Wheeler
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Love As Always ♥
â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’
A Song for New Year's Eve
Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—
Stay till the good old year,
So long companion of our way,
Shakes hands, and leaves us here.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One little hour, and then away.
The year, whose hopes were high and strong,
Has now no hopes to wake;
Yet one hour more of jest and song
For his familiar sake.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One mirthful hour, and then away.
The kindly year, his liberal hands
Have lavished all his store.
And shall we turn from where he stands,
Because he gives no more?
Oh stay, oh stay,
One grateful hour, and then away.
Days brightly came and calmly went,
While yet he was our guest;
How cheerfully the week was spent!
How sweet the seventh day's rest!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One golden hour, and then away.
Dear friends were with us, some who sleep
Beneath the coffin-lid:
What pleasant memories we keep
Of all they said and did!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One tender hour, and then away.
Even while we sing, he smiles his last,
And leaves our sphere behind.
The good old year is with the past;
Oh be the new as kind!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One parting strain, and then away.
~ William Cullen Bryant
â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’â–’♥â–’â–’â–’
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Sending All My Love At Christmas
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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Christmas Time Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
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*⌒*✰ It's now getting near that time
*⌒*✰ When we miss our Angels more
*⌒*✰ They are more precious than anything else
*⌒*✰How we wish our Angels were here once more
*⌒*✰ If it were in our power
*⌒*✰ We would bring our Angels back
*⌒*✰ As it's getting so very close
*⌒*✰ To Christmas that time of year
*⌒*✰ The Christmas lights will twinkle
*⌒*✰ And reflect in all our tears
*⌒*✰ As we sit and pray Dear Lord
*⌒*✰ Why can't we have our Angels near
*⌒*✰ So all our happy memories
*⌒*✰ Must dull the pain we feel
*⌒*✰ And soothe our hearts and souls
*⌒*✰ Till we are back with our precious Angels
*⌒*✰ At Christmas At this time of the year
*⌒*✰ So we wish all our angels in heaven
*⌒*✰ A happy Christmas cheer
*⌒*✰ As we raise our glass to heaven
*⌒*✰ We just wish we could have you back
*⌒*✰ For just one more year.
*⌒*✰ Copyright – Jo Dalton 2009 ✰*⌒*
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Merry Christmas Angel xxx
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Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me â€ï¸½â€
Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain—
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
~ Mary Oliver
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Thoughts At Christmas â€ï¸½â€
Do you sit with Jesus?
Celebrate His birth?
Reunited with lost loved ones
Sharing memories of Earth?
Do you gaze upon The Star
Which guided the Three Wise Men
To the birth of Our Saviour, The Holy One
In a humble dwelling, at Bethlehem?
Do you see the smiles on our faces
As we wake on Christmas Day?
Hiding the deep ache within our hearts
That we’ve had since you went away.
Yes, we dream of a white Christmas
But not necessarily snow;
We spy a perfect delicate feather -
A visit from our Angels, we know!
~ Written by Melanie Doe 24/12/10
◡◠ჱ◡◠ჱ MERRY CHRISTMAS ◡◠ჱ◡◠ჱ
When I Take My Vacation In Heaven
~ Sung by Johnny Cash
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There are those who are taking vacations
to the mountains, the lakes and the sea
Where they rest from their cares and their troubles
What a wonderful time that must be
But it seems not my lot to be like them
I must toil through the heat and the cold
Seekin' out the lost sheep on the mountains
bringing wanderers back to the fold.
But when I take my vacation in heaven
what a wonderful time that will be
Hearing concerts by the heavenly chorus
and the face of my Saviour I'll see
Sitting down on the banks of the river
'neath the shade of the evergreen tree
There I'll rest from my burdens forever
won't you take your vacation with me
(Sitting down on the banks of the river
under the shade of the evergreen tree)
There I'll rest from my burdens forever
won't you take your vacation with me.
(Written by Herbert Buffum and R.E. Winsett)
ʚϊɞ இڿڰ ʚϊɞ இڿڰ ʚϊɞ இڿڰ ʚϊɞ இڿڰ ʚϊɞ இڿڰ ʚϊɞ இڿڰ ʚϊɞ
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
in life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
that you take as your gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
in life after life, in age after age forever…
~ Rabindranath Tagore
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The beauty that emerges from woundedness is a beauty infused
with feeling; a beauty different from the beauty of landscape
and the cold perfect form.
This is a beauty that has suffered its way through the ache
of desolation until the words or music emerged to equal the hunger
and desperation at its heart.
It must also be said that not all woundedness succeeds in finding
its way through to beauty of form.
Most woundedness remains hidden, lost inside forgotten silence.
Indeed, in every life there is some wound that continues to
weep secretly, even after years of attempted healing.
Where woundedness can be refined into beauty
a wonderful transfiguration takes place.
~ John O'Donohue
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