| Location | Brighton |
| Age | 22 years |
| Date of Birth | 15/07/1985 |
| Date of Death | 03/01/2008 |
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★"A beautiful flower, lent, not given,
To bud on earth, and bloom in Heaven."★
♥♥♥Our Sam..♥♥♥
Sam, was a caring, wonderful, vibrant, irreplaceable, loving sister. She lost her life on the 3rd January 2008 after taking an accidental overdose. Sam worked, as a hairdresser with me in Brigton. We were very close and spent a lot of time together. As i'm writing this, I still can't believe my baby sister has gone. Its incredibly hard to come to terms with, she was here one day perfectly well and healthy and the next she was gone. She was loved by so many and was so beautiful, she truly was the life and soul of any party. You could always hear Sam even if there were a hundred people in the room! It had left our mum truly broken. They were so close, sending each other flowers, cards and texts all the time. It has left a hole impossible to fill in her and the entire family. Life can be so cruel, to lose someone so young with such zest for life who was just beginning to live. She had so many friends and enjoyed being around them, and her family. I can't put into words how much she's missed. I just want to say, I love you Sam, we all do xxx
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You tried very hard, but it didnt pay off
Your battle was strong, but sadly you lost.
We all know you tried, will power was strong
certainly for someone, ever so young.
In life you were amazing in death so much more
finally people see, what you were here for.
To send us all love, and teach us to apprechiate
as there is nothing we can do, to tamper with fate.
Your not coming back, but you live on in us strong
though its still hard to accept that your really gone.
Pictures are comfort, a reason for tears
But they don't replace those twenty two years.
Where you had a life, a purpose, a place
All are reflected in your beautiful face.
They say its a year but what difference is that?
Its all just the same, your not coming back.
The tears havent left, the pain is still strong
A year all of a sudden, doesnt seem so long.
But you live on in us Sam, till its our day to go
that day will come, thats a certainty we know.
But it gives me great comfort to know and understand
That you'll be there waiting lending a hand.
You'll live on in me, till the day that i die
I LOVE YOU SAM, and of that i'm not shy.
i'll love, and remember you always
Your loving mother Carol xx
♥♥♥♥♥
Love.
Hidden deeper than treasure,
Shrouded in mystery,
Lies something that is embedded,
Into each of our lives it enters,
Shining its golden light,
Making us selfless in danger,
Despondent in grief,
Ecstatic in happiness,
We cant buy it,
Some people don't ever get it,
But we can share it.
So let us count our blessings today,
For Love that entered our lives,
In time it may have been short or long,
Weak or strong,
But love is love,
We should always treasure it,
The melody to life's song.
Ryan Selwyn. 22/5/13
We're the most inseparable pair,
Together we can go anywhere,
Even when we are apart,
Our hearts beat as one,
When grey sky's loom,
Or sunbeams shine through,
There we are,
Doing the silly little things we always do!
Together laughing, joking and smiling,
Even when we are not together,
We both smile at the same time,
So in tune even if we deny it isn't true!
Together we share and love every day,
The best pair you could get!
We compliment each other in so many ways,
So let us move easy through life,
Together or apart it wont bother us,
Not when we are always connected by our bond,
Special to just us.
Copyright Ryan Selwyn. 18. 20.5.13
I was thinking who to dedicate these poems too... Nan for the human one and Toffy for the animal one. However I have changed my mind because it encompasses everyone who has brought love into my life. So for all my angels, these poems were written with you in mind and I hope that by sharing them with others today it brings comfort and loving thoughts to other dear angels who at the moment have gone away and their beloved families who miss them as much as I miss my loved ones. Thanks for reading! Ryan.
Special Angel
The rain hammers down on me,
Each hit like an extra knife in my head,
What a terrible day,
The kind that is so grey,
It brings on thoughts of a depressing kind,
Like not one person loves me,
No one cares,
It seems fate is using me for kicks again,
It is so cold and everyone is glum,
So I decide to run.
To my home,
Far away from life's harms,
A special place,
Within your arms.
A home which I have used many times before,
A place which can turn grey sky's blue.
Because it contains you!
I walk down the street,
People pass but we don't speak,
I arrive at your door,
Everything as I have seen it so many times before,
The door opens and there you are!
An instant smile,
My number 1 star.
No need for explanations,
Or calling an hour before,
You bring me in and sit me down,
Turn on the fire and settle my fears,
With love that is so very strong.
You treat me like royalty,
Nothing is to much trouble,
Like some food or tea? Maybe a cold drink?
You hang on my every word,
Like to you every sentence means the world,
You listen and smile,
Just your presence enriches the air,
Your eyes sparkle brighter than the stars,
Your laugh rings like wedding bells.
The happiness you give me cannot be told,
Now your gone,
That door that was always open,
The roof that kept me out of the cold,
Where is it now? Faded like a misty morn,
I could really use a moment of your time,
Not to speak or get comfort for me,
Just to listen, hear and smell you,
To see all the old familiar things,
Looking the way they always did.
For you to shine and blow my darkness away,
In the way you used to until that saddest of days,
I would search the bottom of the deepest ocean,
Or find my way beyond space,
If it meant just once we could again embrace.
Instead I have to take the lessons you taught me,
Use an umbrella to shield the rain,
Step into a shop for warmth,
Buy some snacks and carry on my life's path,
I have accepted you wont be around the corner again,
That we wont be able to share like we use to,
Or even laugh and exchange a loving smile,
But oh I swear to god up above,
I would do anything just for a second of my loved angels touch,
Just a moment to hold my hand,
Helping me to understand.
Still if you want me angel.
Pop in anytime,
Life is my post-box,
Find me anywhere,any time of day,
I will be here, arms open wide,
From heaven look into your heart and you will find,
I have been and always will be by your side,
A part of us forever intertwined for all time.
Copyright. Ryan Selwyn. 19.5.13 age 18.
❤
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love Jude. x
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For Sammy
MOURNING IS NOT the index of true love. It betrays love of the object, of its shape only. That is not love. True love is shown by the certainty that the object of love is in the Self and that it can never become non-existent. There will be no pain if the physical outlook is given up and if the person exists as the Self.
There is no death nor birth. That which is born is only the body. The body is the creation of the ego. But the ego is not ordinarily perceived without the body. It is always identified with the body.
If a man considers he is born he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. He will discover that the Self always exists, that the body which is born resolves itself into thought and that the emergence of thought is the root of all mischief.
Find where from thoughts emerge. Then you will abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
Recall the state of sleep. Were you aware of anything happening? If the son or the world be real, should they not be present with you in sleep?
You cannot deny your existence in sleep. Nor can you deny you were happy then. You are now the same person speaking and raising doubts. You are not happy according to you. But you were happy in sleep. What has transpired in the meantime that happiness of sleep has broken down? It is the rise of the ego. That is the new arrival in the jagrat (waking) state. There was no ego in sleep.
The birth of the ego is called the birth of the person. There is no other kind of birth. Whatever is born, is bound to die. Kill the ego: there is no fear of recurring death for what is once dead. The Self remains even after the death of the ego. That is Bliss – that is immortality.
Training the mind helps one to bear sorrows and bereavements with courage. But the loss of one’s offspring is said to be the worst of all griefs. Still it is true, pain on such occasions can be assuaged by association with the wise.
For my darling Sammy always here in my heart xxxxxxxxx
For Sammy
MOURNING IS NOT the index of true love. It betrays love of the object, of its shape only. That is not love. True love is shown by the certainty that the object of love is in the Self and that it can never become non-existent. There will be no pain if the physical outlook is given up and if the person exists as the Self.
There is no death nor birth. That which is born is only the body. The body is the creation of the ego. But the ego is not ordinarily perceived without the body. It is always identified with the body.
If a man considers he is born he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. He will discover that the Self always exists, that the body which is born resolves itself into thought and that the emergence of thought is the root of all mischief.
Find where from thoughts emerge. Then you will abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
Recall the state of sleep. Were you aware of anything happening? If the son or the world be real, should they not be present with you in sleep?
You cannot deny your existence in sleep. Nor can you deny you were happy then. You are now the same person speaking and raising doubts. You are not happy according to you. But you were happy in sleep. What has transpired in the meantime that happiness of sleep has broken down? It is the rise of the ego. That is the new arrival in the jagrat (waking) state. There was no ego in sleep.
The birth of the ego is called the birth of the person. There is no other kind of birth. Whatever is born, is bound to die. Kill the ego: there is no fear of recurring death for what is once dead. The Self remains even after the death of the ego. That is Bliss – that is immortality.
Training the mind helps one to bear sorrows and bereavements with courage. But the loss of one’s offspring is said to be the worst of all griefs. Still it is true, pain on such occasions can be assuaged by association with the wise.
For my darling Sammy always here in my heart xxxxxxxxx
For Sammy
MOURNING IS NOT the index of true love. It betrays love of the object, of its shape only. That is not love. True love is shown by the certainty that the object of love is in the Self and that it can never become non-existent. There will be no pain if the physical outlook is given up and if the person exists as the Self.
There is no death nor birth. That which is born is only the body. The body is the creation of the ego. But the ego is not ordinarily perceived without the body. It is always identified with the body.
If a man considers he is born he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. He will discover that the Self always exists, that the body which is born resolves itself into thought and that the emergence of thought is the root of all mischief.
Find where from thoughts emerge. Then you will abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
Recall the state of sleep. Were you aware of anything happening? If the son or the world be real, should they not be present with you in sleep?
You cannot deny your existence in sleep. Nor can you deny you were happy then. You are now the same person speaking and raising doubts. You are not happy according to you. But you were happy in sleep. What has transpired in the meantime that happiness of sleep has broken down? It is the rise of the ego. That is the new arrival in the jagrat (waking) state. There was no ego in sleep.
The birth of the ego is called the birth of the person. There is no other kind of birth. Whatever is born, is bound to die. Kill the ego: there is no fear of recurring death for what is once dead. The Self remains even after the death of the ego. That is Bliss – that is immortality.
Training the mind helps one to bear sorrows and bereavements with courage. But the loss of one’s offspring is said to be the worst of all griefs. Still it is true, pain on such occasions can be assuaged by association with the wise.
For my darling Sammy always here in my heart xxxxxxxxx
For Sammy
MOURNING IS NOT the index of true love. It betrays love of the object, of its shape only. That is not love. True love is shown by the certainty that the object of love is in the Self and that it can never become non-existent. There will be no pain if the physical outlook is given up and if the person exists as the Self.
There is no death nor birth. That which is born is only the body. The body is the creation of the ego. But the ego is not ordinarily perceived without the body. It is always identified with the body.
If a man considers he is born he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. He will discover that the Self always exists, that the body which is born resolves itself into thought and that the emergence of thought is the root of all mischief.
Find where from thoughts emerge. Then you will abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
Recall the state of sleep. Were you aware of anything happening? If the son or the world be real, should they not be present with you in sleep?
You cannot deny your existence in sleep. Nor can you deny you were happy then. You are now the same person speaking and raising doubts. You are not happy according to you. But you were happy in sleep. What has transpired in the meantime that happiness of sleep has broken down? It is the rise of the ego. That is the new arrival in the jagrat (waking) state. There was no ego in sleep.
The birth of the ego is called the birth of the person. There is no other kind of birth. Whatever is born, is bound to die. Kill the ego: there is no fear of recurring death for what is once dead. The Self remains even after the death of the ego. That is Bliss – that is immortality.
Training the mind helps one to bear sorrows and bereavements with courage. But the loss of one’s offspring is said to be the worst of all griefs. Still it is true, pain on such occasions can be assuaged by association with the wise.
For my darling Sammy always here in my heart xxxxxxxxx
For Sammy
MOURNING IS NOT the index of true love. It betrays love of the object, of its shape only. That is not love. True love is shown by the certainty that the object of love is in the Self and that it can never become non-existent. There will be no pain if the physical outlook is given up and if the person exists as the Self.
There is no death nor birth. That which is born is only the body. The body is the creation of the ego. But the ego is not ordinarily perceived without the body. It is always identified with the body.
If a man considers he is born he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. He will discover that the Self always exists, that the body which is born resolves itself into thought and that the emergence of thought is the root of all mischief.
Find where from thoughts emerge. Then you will abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
Recall the state of sleep. Were you aware of anything happening? If the son or the world be real, should they not be present with you in sleep?
You cannot deny your existence in sleep. Nor can you deny you were happy then. You are now the same person speaking and raising doubts. You are not happy according to you. But you were happy in sleep. What has transpired in the meantime that happiness of sleep has broken down? It is the rise of the ego. That is the new arrival in the jagrat (waking) state. There was no ego in sleep.
The birth of the ego is called the birth of the person. There is no other kind of birth. Whatever is born, is bound to die. Kill the ego: there is no fear of recurring death for what is once dead. The Self remains even after the death of the ego. That is Bliss – that is immortality.
Training the mind helps one to bear sorrows and bereavements with courage. But the loss of one’s offspring is said to be the worst of all griefs. Still it is true, pain on such occasions can be assuaged by association with the wise.
For my darling Sammy always here in my heart xxxxxxxxx
♥ Imagine ♥
♥ Imagine a desert
♥ without sand
♥ Imagine an arm
♥ without a hand
♥ Imagine a butterfly
♥ without wings
♥ Imagine winter without
♥ the promise of spring
♥ Imagine night without
♥ the arrival of dawn
♥ Imagine a life spent
♥ being just a pawn
♥ Image a soul
♥ that never connects
♥ Imagine a world
♥ that always rejects
♥ Imagine eyes that
♥ do not see
♥ Imagine knowing
♥ it can never be...
♥ Imagine a touch that
♥ does not feel
♥ Imagine a heart
♥ made out of steel
♥ Imagine a body
♥ that does not yield
♥ Imagine life’s storms
♥ without a human shield
♥ Imagine a tear
♥ that never cries
♥ Imagine an ache
♥ that never dies
♥ Impossible to imagine….
♥ It’s life without you!
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