Birthdays

Today 20th June 1966 my beloved Dad Albert finally went to his eternal rest at 63 years. He was adored by his six children and four grand children and I will always be grateful he stayed to meet my son, his 5 th grandchild. He was too weak to hold him but he stroked his hand and smiled. He is loved and missed by us all. RIP Dad 🩷

A lovely yet poignant thread. As we get older the list of those we have lost grows longer, doesn't it. I've outlived nearly all of my friends, and am also now the matriarch of the family. My husband was killed over 30 years ago in a road accident - I always feel so sad that he only knew one of our five grandchildren and one great grandson. The moment's stupidity of one lorry driver cheated him of so much ........
Life is full of memories now, each one greatly cherished, and I'm so grateful for them all

Love hearing all these beloved memories of so many lives.....sharing sympathy with you all.....remembering my eccentric irreplaceable dad and a friend who died only 19 in a road accident 40 years ago. Its incredible that we all live through so much loss xx love to you all dear GNetters x

Our beloved Son died from a very rare disease (Reyes Syndrome), he became unwell on the Thursday and died the following Monday 4 days after his 4th birthday, we will never forget him, his 2 nephews and 1 niece know all about him, tho their mum was only 10 when he died, this was 1983 and I still miss him so much.

My precious mother in law Kathleen (Kathy) who died without any warning aged 47 on 20th May 1964. There is not a day that I don’t think of her and thank God she had the joy of her grandaughter born in 1962 who has so many of her traits and mannerisms including liking a drop of gin.
My husband was buried with her in the same grave last year so I like to think they are together as they would have so much catching up to do.

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These are two of my favourite photos of my mum and I, she died 8 years ago.

keepingquiet

Last week would have been my older brother's birthday. He would have been 76 and died when he was only fifty.

I took some flowers to the cemetery as usual- he was loved and is missed every day. His name was George Thomas and he sang in local choirs and the local operatic society. He was also a football referee and loved his footy. He taught me all about prog rock and intoduced me to Led Zeppelin amongst other bands.

He certainly had good taste in music 😊

Lettice

My daughter-in-law, who died from aggressive breast cancer 12 years ago. I could not have loved her more if I had given birth to her myself. She and my son were most certainly meant for each other in every way, and she improved him no end, and left him with a friendship group which has supported him through his loss. She was 33 years old. I miss her.

No age!

grannygran

3 years ago husband of almost 64 yrs was admitted to a beautiful nursing home straight from hospital for end of life care. He lived exactly 4 weeks. I sat with him every day..I had cared for him a few years but his needs got past my capability to cope with the last weeks. He was 3 months short of 90..a happy jolly kind man..never would admit 'were getting old J'..he'd tell me "you speak for yourself, I'm not old"..bless him. At 4.15 am while holding hands he took his last frail breath..before I left the room I noticed the net curtain at the open window flapped in the light breeze..I, who doesnt believe in an afterlife, had a sence, it was Js soul having left the tiny white frame that lay on the bed..
Leaving in his usual gentle manner. Not a day goes by I don't think of him..many times..I wake, sure he is beside me..I was blessed to have that man so many years...I'll miss him forever.

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My daughter-in-law, who died from aggressive breast cancer 12 years ago. I could not have loved her more if I had given birth to her myself. She and my son were most certainly meant for each other in every way, and she improved him no end, and left him with a friendship group which has supported him through his loss. She was 33 years old. I miss her.

My beautiful son Daniel who died as a baby would have been 46 on July 15th this year. Always remembered. ♥️

My lovely daughter would have been 45 on the 5th of June miss her forevermore

My Dad would have been 100 last week. My sisters and I make a point of remembering their birthdays, wedding anniversary, anniversary of their leaving us Mother's and Father's days, and Christmas. Just as we did when we still had them.
Thankfully for making this thread.

This is a great idea for a thread x

My mum was born in 1932 and passed peacefully away in December 2020 due to her dementia and a bout of covid. We had our ups and downs and once didn’t speak for two years but we loved each other. She didn’t know who I was for the last six months or so of her life. I couldn’t visit her during the peak of covid as the home closed its doors. She wasn’t up to FaceTime chats and when I could visit she no longer recognised me. I have lots of memories and talk about her to my grandchildren. My older DGC remember her but the little one was a baby. I will always remember her and smile ❤️

My mother died in 1972 aged 58. She had a terrible life.

My mum was born 22 May 1920, died 22 April 2020, succombed to covid. Ingrid Tornberg she was the oldest of 6 brothers and sisters and they all died before her. Much loved mum, nan and great nan.

my mum was born in july 1920 and died 1 january 2007 at 86 from septiceamea.
my dad was also born in july 1920 (nine days after mum!) and he died at 87 in february 2008.
it would have been their 65th wedding anniversary on 4 april 2007.
even now i sometimes find myself thinking "i'll ring mum" but then remember she's not here any more.

My mum who would have been 87 on the 17th June, she died on the 24th February this year.

3 years ago husband of almost 64 yrs was admitted to a beautiful nursing home straight from hospital for end of life care. He lived exactly 4 weeks. I sat with him every day..I had cared for him a few years but his needs got past my capability to cope with the last weeks. He was 3 months short of 90..a happy jolly kind man..never would admit 'were getting old J'..he'd tell me "you speak for yourself, I'm not old"..bless him. At 4.15 am while holding hands he took his last frail breath..before I left the room I noticed the net curtain at the open window flapped in the light breeze..I, who doesnt believe in an afterlife, had a sence, it was Js soul having left the tiny white frame that lay on the bed..
Leaving in his usual gentle manner. Not a day goes by I don't think of him..many times..I wake, sure he is beside me..I was blessed to have that man so many years...I'll miss him forever.

My father died suddenly in December 1963, when I was 14. My mother died in February 1966, when I was 16. Not sure I have ever got over this. They never met my husband of 55 years now, nor their grandchildren born in 1972 & 1974, nor great grandsons born in 2006 & 2009.

That is a lovely photo of you both grannyqueenie

Born on June 14th 1905, my lovely dad died in 1977 when I was only 26. It saddens me still that he only met 2 of our 5 children and of course never knew that in the course of time he'd have 9 great grandchildren. He would have loved being a part of it all! Here’s my favourite photo of us when I was just a wee girl.

Today would have been my parents' wedding anniversary - I'll see if I can find a photo of their wedding -17 June 1944 - the first doodlebugs were buzzing overhead.

Last week would have been my older brother's birthday. He would have been 76 and died when he was only fifty.

I took some flowers to the cemetery as usual- he was loved and is missed every day. His name was George Thomas and he sang in local choirs and the local operatic society. He was also a football referee and loved his footy. He taught me all about prog rock and intoduced me to Led Zeppelin amongst other bands.