| Location | Melton Mowbray Leics |
| Age | 47 years |
| Cause of Death | Heart Attack |
| Date of Birth | 16/01/1927 |
| Date of Death | 18/08/1974 |
| Visitors | 710 since 03/09/2008 |
| Creator |
Harry peters passed away on 18th of August 1974 at home in his sleep at the age of 47.
HE was born in Sydney Street, Melton Mowbray, Leicestershire.
He married Constance Rowthorn from Whissendine leicestershire and together they nearly made there 25th wedding anniversary. Harry was a devoted and loving father to Edward (Ted), Ellen, William (Bill) and David.
In his younger days Harry was a dispatch driver in Palistine for the Royal army. During his last 20yrs of life he was an Ambulance driver in Melton Mowbray.
Harry had 2 brothers named Fred & Bill and he also had 1 sister named Ethal who have also passed away.
LOVE AND MISS YOU DAD! FROM YOUR SON BILL AND DAUGHTER-in-LAW lIZ X X
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Remembering
Go ahead and mention my loved one,
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending they didn't exist,
I'd rather you mention my loved one
Knowing that they have been missed.
You asked me how I was doing
I say "pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
~Elizabeth Dent
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♥ Do not judge a song by its duration
♥ Nor by the number of its notes
♥ Judge it by the richness of its contents
♥ Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant…
♥ Do not judge a song by its duration
♥ Nor by the number of its notes
♥ Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
♥ Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful…
♥ And when something has enriched your life
♥ And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart.
♥ Is it unfinished?
♥ Or is it endless?
~ Author Unknown ~
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A Poem of Hope
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room,
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true.
One life can make the difference.
You see, it’s up to YOU!
(Author Unknown)
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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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~ 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.
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
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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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♥ The Only Way ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
• The only way we can be protected from the pain of loss and the grief we feel, is by having never loved.
• How empty our lives would be, and what a lot of wonderful shared moments we would have missed, if we had not known.
• So, although what we feel at the moment is terrible, we must try to remember that it is because we have all been privileged to have known and loved, that we now feel the pain and sadness.
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Prayer of Faith.
We trust that beyond absence there is a presence.
That beyond the pain there can be healing.
That beyond the brokenness there can be wholeness.
That beyond the anger there may be peace.
That beyond the hurting there may be forgiveness.
That beyond the silence there may be the word.
That beyond the word there may be understanding.
That through understanding there is love.
Anon
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Quietly I Weep
By Lyndie Sorenson
Although I seem to hide it
My sorrow's still so deep
Missing you in silence
Quietly I weep
I long to see your smile
Hear your laughter, hug you tight
But you're no longer with me
You've headed toward the light
I'm sure you are quite happy
Here on earth I miss you so
Asking that same question
Why was it you that had to go?
I am sure there is an answer...
One that might make sense
When others offer reasons
I'm just on the defence
If they could understand me
Know how hard life is with grief
Just hold my hand and listen...
That would be a great relief
Although I seem to hide it
My sorrow's still so deep
Missing you in silence...
Quietly I weep
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♥ Only we who grieve ♥
♥ Tis only we who grieve
♥ They do not leave
♥ They are not gone
♥ They look upon us still
♥ They walk among the valleys now
♥ They stride upon the hill
♥ Their smile is in the summer sky
♥ Their grace is in the breeze
♥ Their memories whisper in the grass
♥ Their calm is in the trees
♥ Their light is in the winter snow
♥ Their tears are in the rain
♥ Their merriment runs in the brook
♥ Their laughter in the lane
♥ Their gentleness is in the flowers
♥ They sigh in autumn leaves
♥ They do not leave
♥ They are not gone
♥ tis only we who grieve.
♥ Author unknown ♥
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