| Location | Perth, Western Australia |
| Age | 67 years |
| Cause of Death | Heart Attack |
| Date of Birth | 27/04/1936 |
| Date of Death | 28/01/2004 |
| Visitors | 1,380 since 14/02/2008 |
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Jean Greenwood (My Mum)
Died 28th January 2004
Age 67
Lived in Perth, Western Australia.
She was one of the best mothers in the whole world to myself, Carol, Susan,Tina and to the late Shelley and Debbie. (Debbie and Shelley Greenwood)
Very precious Nanna to many many Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren including my angel baby Christopher James Archer.
This lady was not physically in my life when I was growing up. She was forced to give me up for adoption when I was six weeks old, but she was in my thoughts all the time I was growing up, not a day went by where I didnt wonder about her. In my childs mind she would be a princess, pretty and magic, then as I grew she would be a film star, rich and successful.
When I found her in 1990, she was none of the above, but she was the most wonderful, kindest, gentle mother and nanna you could ever wish to meet.
The bond had never been broken, it was wonderful.Australian TV Company Chanel 7 took up our story and filmed our reunion. I met her and my father Tom, and my five sisters in Perth, Western Australia.
From that day on we were very close, we shared such a lot and were so eternally grateful for the time we had together, fourteen wonderful years.
She was my MUM and I love her very very much.
When she went my heart broke and a part of me has not been the same since then. But I know she is around me and I smell her and talk to her all the time.
She was a wonderful lady to everyone, her smile radiated happiness, she called everybody "lovey" and always had a big hug for anyone, even if they were strangers!
She died of a broken heart after losing her youngest daughter, Debbie followed by daughter Shelley a year later, then her beloved husband Tom a year later. She could not carry all that grief around any longer. She was found dead at home after a heart attack.
Her funeral was the saddest day of my life, so far. I miss her very much, but I know that she is happy up in heaven with my Dad and Debbie and Shelley and my baby son Christopher James Archer.
Its not goodbye..............just see ya soon xxxxxxxx
Happy Birthday In Heaven - by Winnie Lovett
"Happy Birthday Jean"
It's sure to be the best one yet,
Though you left us here behind.
Did you think that we'd forget?
Your cake this year, will surely be,
A beauty to behold.
With the icing made of Silver,
And the candles made of Gold.
Yes, your birthday in Heaven,
Will be such a grand affair.
And I know you'll look so lovely,
With a halo in your hair.
The Angels will come from everywhere,
To sing your birthday song.
And I know they'll be so happy,
That you've joined, God's Happy Throng.
No I can't send a card this year,
Or give a gift so fine.
So I'll just send a special prayer,
To that wonderful Mother of yours.
Copyright of Winnie Lovett
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Journey's End
(from The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien)
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
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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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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 she's doing,
And heaven seems so far away.
Is she playing on the clouds with angels?
Is she laughing and running today?
Does she miss me?
I guess only she knows.
Oh why does heaven seem so far away?
If you just let me look for a moment,
To catch a glimpse of her sweet smiling face,
I promise I won't try to take her,
I know, she's in a better place.
Just one little peek into heaven,
Is all I'm asking for today.
I just want to know how she'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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~ 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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♥ 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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~ Immeasurable (by Sean Ashcroft) ~
Laughter will still sound,
even though you’re gone.
But the decibels will dip,
with some smiles, painted on.
Hopes will still soar,
dreams float on high.
But the altitude will drop,
as will the supply.
Passion will still drive us,
desire wave us off.
But the revs will decline
and the engine might cough.
Time will be bejewelled,
lives lit by waltzing light.
But the carats will diminish,
its brilliance a lesser sight.
Yet memories have no volume,
love no mass nor weight.
These will broaden, widen, deepen,
a true measure of something great.
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The Lord woke up this morning with so much work to do
so many plans He has to make before the day is through.
He gathers all his angels. They stand close by his side
as each receive their saintly chores they spread their wings and fly.
The Lord looked up and realized his angels all were gone.
With so much work still left to do, He'd hire a new one on.
A million applications now lie upon his desk.
He reads each one so carefully until he finds the best.
Someone with all the qualities it takes to keep their faith.
Someone who seemed to always have a smile upon their face.
Someone who always tried to give a hand to those in need.
Unselfish love was all she knew, no room was left for greed.
And now the Lord has made his choice. He'll come for her today.
With wings that God alone can give, He smiles and flies away.
A single, fallen feather lies softly on the ground.
A sign sent down from heaven, Angel wings are homeward bound.
(Author Unknown)
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