| Location | Featherstone |
| Age | 47 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 24/09/1950 |
| Date of Death | 23/11/1997 |
| Visitors | 1,974 since 17/02/2008 |
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john oxley,23november 1997.age 47 he worked as bus mechanic at wakefield my hushband lived at purston featherstone john had two daughters christine and samantha.and a son mathew alsoseven grandchildren sonia, leon, josh, jasmin, jordon, paris and demi john died of cancer.we all loved and miss him very much xxxxx
✻ ALWAYS NEAR ✻
God came and set your spirit free,
Yet I sense your presence with me.
I hear your voice on a gentle breeze
Your laughter echoing through the trees.
Wherever I go I feel you near;
The essence of you is crystal clear;
Is this a blessing infinitely kind?
Helping to soothe my troubled mind.
Now you have left this mortal plane,
I have no doubts I will see you again,
For often in dreams you whisper to me,
The promise of love through eternity.
Copyright Marian Jones 2003
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♥*♥ I KNOW I HAVE DIED ♥*♥
I know I have died
I know that you grieve
But the pain that you feel
In time will recede.
But the memories you have
Of our time spent together
Will last you a life time
Will last you forever.
So please don't be sad
At my moment of passing
For you know that I now
Have life everlasting.
♥*♥ by Bob Taylor ♥*♥
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Can't Breathe For The First Time
by Jennifer Babcock 2004
I watched you walk out that door,
I didn't know that it would be the last time
The heat of the summer is gone,
and the chill of the winter is here
Every breath I take, and every tear I make
Turns to ice as it hits the ground...
I can't breathe for the first time
Everytime I close my eyes, I see your face.
Reminds me that I am alone in this place
Your memory still so deep in my mind,
Makes sanity so hard to find.
Weird how you can watch something change,
and it all seems so fast,
What happened today has already changed into the past.
Photographs of you hanging on the walls,
Everything I can remember ended so fast,
All I have left are my memories....
I can't breathe for the first time.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see your face.
Reminds me that I am alone in this place.
Your memory still so deep in my mind,
Makes sanity so hard to find.
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Angel Of Christmas Cheer
I hear a flutter in the breeze
There is snow upon the ground
All the leaves have fallen
Not a single one to be found.
So it makes me ponder
On this lovely winter day
Could it be an angel?
In the snow at play?
I go ahead and build my snowman
I work with cheerful hands
Carrot nose and button eyes
To make him look so grand.
I think I hear a little giggle
A flutter in the breeze
I look up to see, who might be here
But it's, just my snowman and me.
With all this Yule time cheer
On my face I have a smile
Soon we will be singing songs
As we gather around the fire.
It's nearly time to go in
I'll soon be snug in bed
As I dream of sugar plums
Dancing in my head.
Now it's Christmas Morning
We gather around the tree
I look out the frost window
My eyes just can't believe!
A beautiful smile on my snowman
My hands could have never achieved
I walked the same snow prints
That I had made that very night.
Only one going to it, one coming back
As I look at the snowy base
I see a folded note;
Looking so mystified
With wonder on my face,
As I read the words
This is what it said,
"I enjoyed the wonderful evening
Seeing the joy your heart does hold,
But, there is more to this message
To you, that must be told.
Always remember...
The reason for this season
The night that Christ was born
All those that gathered
In the manger long ago.
Always remember His love and giving ways
Then you can have Christmas, every single day
And if you don't mind...
I would love to come next year
At the bottom was signed,
"Your Angel of Christmas Cheer"
Brenda Conley ~ 2001
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One Little Candle
By Carol Dunn
It’s just one little candle
One tiny flickering light
A challenge to the darkness
A small beacon in the night.
It could be just a gentle touch
A reminder that you’re there
Or a warm, compassionate hug
That shows you understand and care.
Sometimes it only takes your smile
To encourage and uplift
And should that smile lead to laughter
You’ve shared a special gift.
There’s comfort in shared silence
Or in a softly spoken word
Or in taking time to listen
To feelings that must be heard.
Yes, it’s just one little candle
Softly glowing in the night
But it can overcome the darkness
If it will only share it’s light.
Just one candle at a time
Each one giving from its heart
Reaching out to those nearby
Asking them to do their part.
To make sure the light keeps growing
Reaching out to those in sorrow
Offering comfort, warmth and hope
Strength and courage for tomorrow.
♥ Still I Cry ♥ Author Unknown ♥
I still hear your voice...
It echoes the canyons....
It whistles over the treetops,
and dances with the wind.
It moves in harmony with the clouds
skating the sleet blue sky...
Still I cry.
It chases the waters...
In oceans of green ... and owns the majesty
in the sound of rain.
It catches the snow
and the leaves in fall...
It claims a path,
down my beating heart.
It's a whisper on my shoulder
and a promise unspoken...
It unfolds my day
like petals of a rose...
It lingers by, Still I Cry...
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A Peek Into Heaven
Copyright 2006 Callie Sanders Thornton
Just one little peek into heaven,
Is all I'm asking for today.
I just want to know how he's doing,
And heaven seems so far away.
Is he playing on the clouds with angels?
Is he laughing and running today?
Does he miss me?
I guess only he knows.
Oh why does heaven seem so far away?
If you just let me look for a moment,
To catch a glimpse of his sweet smiling face,
I promise I won't try to take him,
I know, he's in a better place.
Just one little peek into heaven,
Is all I'm asking for today.
I just want to know how he's doing,
And heaven seems so far away...
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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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♥ 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.
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