| Location | Springburn Glasgow |
| Age | 74 years |
| Date of Birth | 1921 |
| Date of Death | 1995 |
| Visitors | 491 since 10/11/2007 |
| Creator |
robert yuill
died 1995
aged 74
plasterer, royal infirmary hospital
springburn glasgow
husband to margaret father to robert and helen grandfather to pauline,catherine,yvonne and susan great grandad to david and callum
rest in peace hope you are watching over all of us gone but never forgotten
xx
well granda its that time of year again and you are deeply missed look after claire, alex, jess, thommy an jean they going to need it as they just arrived
hope you an granda are having a ball up there an looking down on all us xx
hey granda hope you watching over us all i know its been a while miss you all always its so hard just now but hey need to get on with it
gone but never forgotten xx
happy new year
just thought id pop on and say happy new year and please look after granda as you know hes now with gran xx
hey granda
you would be proud davids toonspeak is doing their show this weekend and they are good even though you already know that lol
hes loving every minute of it cant believe its been so long since you gone
well speak to you soon watch over us all
gone but never forgotten
xx
gone but never forgotten
watch over granda and paul and jays mum she needs as much help as she can get at this sad time
miss you so much
xx
hey granda thought id pop by and say hi hope you watching over all of us at this time as you know granda mac not well at the moment miss you always xx
In Sympathy
So sorry for your loss. My nan passed away in July and it feels like my whole world has been taken away. My thoughts are with you. God bless. I hope you find this poem of comfort, as I have done. x
What is Dying?
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says 'She is gone'.
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout 'There she comes!'
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Seasons of life
Springtime follows winter
each summer leads to fall
the patterns of the seasons
Flow and answer to Gods call
Around us in his garden
the flowers bloom and fade
to sleep throughout the winter
in each wood meadow and glade
some only stay a season
so briefly we can share
Their colour and their baty
their soft perfume in the air
God gives us all our seasons
the sunshine and the rain
he knows our joy and sadness
he shares with us our pain
let him take your hand in autumn
feel the joy that his words bring
for when we reach the peace of winter
we shall wake up to his spring
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