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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE JAMES KAMAU MWIRIGI

 

Brother Daniel Mwirigi of Milton Keynes, UK has lost his brother back in Kenya Mr. Kamau Mwirigi who was a former employee with Cussions Kenya Ltd.

Family and friends are meeting at Dan's house in Milton Keynes, 94 White Alder, MK 12 6HF from today Sunday 27th June, 2010. He comes from Kangari, Kigumo, Muranga, Kenya. The father is Mr. George Kamau of Kangari Bookshop who is a cousin of Mr. Seed, London. The burial takes place on Saturday 3rd July, 2010 at Kangari Village, Muranga, Kenya. For more information please contact 07578171252.

 

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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE TOM CHIRA

Death has occurred of the late Tom Chira in Kenya. The late Tom Chira passed away on Sunday 20th June 2010 through a road accident at Gilgil, along Gilgil-Nakuru Road. He was residing in Hounslow, West London where he left for home in 2005. He is a brother to Wairimu (Wairish) formerly of Swindon, Whiltshire now residing in East London.

For more information please contact Wairish on 07939961234.

 

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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE JIMMY MUSYIMI

We regret to announce the sudden death of Mr Jimmy Musyimi Somba on the 14th of June 2010 in North Carolina, USA. He hailed from Kalandini, Tala. He collapsed and had a heart attack whilst exercising and paramedics tried in vain to resuscitate him but died shortly after. He was residing in North Carolina, USA with his beloved wife Grace Mwikali Somba. He was father to Nick Somba, Luke Kithua, Chris Musyimi, Rita Musyimi (Oxford, UK) and Alex Musyimi. Father-in-law to Beatrice Kavindu, Faith Kakuvi, Sarah Kayombya and Joseph Mwangi (Jose, Oxford). Grandfather to Elvis, Steve, Joe, Courtney, Jolene and Renita.

Friends and family are meeting at Didcot, Oxford (Jose’s place), Durham, North Carolina and Buruburu, Kenya to raise funds to help take the body back to Kenya.

For contact: Jose: 07933506435 or Rita: 07974866597.

Friends and well wishers who might not be able to make for the meetings and wish to contribute can do so through the following account:

Barclays bank, Rita Musyimi, A/C NO: 10151106, SORT CODE: 206518.

Your prayers and contributions are highly appreciated.

Funeral announcements to follow later.

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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE RUTH WAWIRA

 

WE ARE SAD TO ANNOUNCE THE DEATH OF THE LATE RUTH WAWERA MUNENE WHO WAS RESIDING IN BURMINGHAM ALABAMA.

 The late Ruth Wawira was found murdered with knife stabs in her house on Saturday June 11th, 2010. She was residing  in Euless, TX  before moving to Alabama about two years ago. After receiving the sad news, a fund raising committee was formed to raise funds and meet the burial expenses. We are meeting on June 13, 16 and 20 at 603 Amy Way, Euless, Texas 76039.

 We are appealing to all members of our community and well wishers to join us raise the funds for transporting the body back to Kenya.

Ruth left a 14 years old daughter. Other information can be found in Alabama news and will be on local news sites. For further information and donations please contact :

Francis Githuku 817-6966633

Jane Makura 817-8993132

Peter Mathenge 817-8816796.

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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE MRS. MARY NYAMBURA CHEGE

IT IS WITH GREAT SORROW THAT WE CELEBRATE THE LIFE OF OUR DEAR MUM WHO HAS CALLED BY THE LORD ON 21.05.2010. SHE WAS THE BELOVED WIFE OF FREDRICK W CHEGE.

 SHE WAS THE LOVING MOTHER TO ROSE WANJA, (NRB). RACHAEL NJUGUNA, (NRB), ISABEL WANJIKU, (MRG), WILSON CHEGE, (DUBAI) AND ANTHONY WANJIE (SWINDON). BELOVED MOTHER IN LAW TO JAMES MACHARIA,(NRB),EMMA (MAMA CLAIRE, SWINDON) AND MAGGIE (NRB).

SHE WAS A LOVING GRANDMOTHER TO WINNIE, RACHAEL, JOY, VINCENT, VICTOR, MAUREEN,CLAIRE AND IAN. FRIENDS ARE MEETING AT BOTH HER HOME IN NJAGU VILLAGE, NYANDUMA LOCATION.

FRIENDS AND FAMILY IN THE UK ARE MEETING AT TONI'S HOUSE @3 PICKFORD WAY, SWINDON, SN25 2HZ EVERY DAY FROM 1800 HRS FOR PRAYERS.

THERE   WILL BE A MEMORIAL SERVICE @ AT THE ST  PAUL'S   CHURCH, Saint Pauls Drive, Swindon, Wiltshire SN3 5BY ON FRI 28.05.2010. STARTING AT 1630 HRS.  MAY THE ALMIGHTY GOD REST HER SOUL IN PEACE.

ANY   QUERIES PLEASE CONTACT:-

TONI :-  07957670251,  07939567288

EMMA  :-  07946388015
JAMES  KARIGO  :-   07946291374

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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE SISTER IN CHRIST LUCY NYAWIRA NDIRITU

It is with humble acceptance of God's will that we announce the promotion to glory of sister Lucy Nyawira Nderitu who passed away on 21st May 2010 at Watford General hospital after a short illness. Daughter of the late Mr & Mrs James Nderitu Njoroge, Mother to Ben Nderitu (Watford), Sister to Agnes Wanjiku (Watford), Stephen Njoroge "people" (Swindon), Carol Mugane ( Northampton), Kevin Nderitu "Sone" ( Watford), Elizabeth Njogu (Kenya), Sarah Mumbi Kamau (Kenya). Sister in law to Steve Njogu (London), Tony Mugane (Northampton) and Daniel Kamau (London).

Family and friends are meeting daily for Prayers at 115 Harebreakes Watford WD24 6HT - CLICK HERE FOR THE MAP

OR 93 Edinburgh Street Swindon SN2 8DE - CLICK HERE FOR THE MAP

and  2 Keyham court Northampton NN3 8TT from 6 pm. - CLICK HERE FOR THE MAP

 
The Funeral of our beloved Late sister Lucy Nyawira Nderitu will be held on Friday, the 30th July, 2010 at North Watford Cemetery, North Western Avenue (A41) Watford, Herts WD25 0AW at 12.00Noon. The service will start from 11.00 am  at the chapel. - CLICK HERE FOR THE MAP

Cotact Details: Tony 07828718004,  Carol 07960203919, Steve 07903552001 or shiku 07983219959

 Contacts Details; Tony 07828718004, Carol 07960203919, Steve 07903552001 or Shiku 07983219959.

Friends and well wishers who might not be able to make for the meetings and wish to contribute can do so through the following account:   Bank: Bank Nationwide; Name: Carol Njoroge A/C - 74183372 Sort code - 07-00-30.

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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE MISS MERCYLIN NYAJI

 

We regret to announce the death of Miss Mercylin A. Nyaji who passed away at Bradford Royal Infirmary, Yorkshire, UK on Monday 17th May 2010.  Mercylin was the daughter of Mr Simeon Nyaji Ousa and Mrs Prisca Nyaji of Uyoma Naya, Luanda Kotieno Beach, Siaya District.  She was sister to Salome Nyaji (Kenya), Julius Nyaji (Kenya) cousin to John Omondi Oyamo (USA), Thomas Oyamo Oludhe (USA), Maureen Oyombe (USA), David Owiti (USA), Christine Oyamo (USA) , Pascal Oyamo (USA), Joseph Ogutu Ochar (Ireland), Betty Ondigo (Swindon, UK) and Ruth Deacon (Bradford, UK).  Sister-in-law to Joshua Ondigo (Swindon, UK) and Thomas Deacon (Braddford, UK). Mercylin was a student at Bradford College, Yorkshire, UK and arrived in the UK on 24th January 2010 to start her studies and went to hospital after attending class for only three weeks.

Family and friends are requesting for well-wishers to kindly donate whatever they can to meet the cost of transporting her remains back to Kenya. Donations can be made to the following bank:  Halifax Bank, Account No. 01650075, Sort Code: 110772, Account Name;  Ruth Deacon. There will be fundraising and prayers meeting on Saturday 29th May 2010 from 2pm onwards at the following addresses:

There will be fundraising and prayers meeting on Saturday 29/5/2010 from 2pm in Swindon and Bradford. In Bradford, 4 Palmer Road, Bradford, BD3 0AS - Tel: 07960464579 and in Swindon 23 Muirfield, Redhouse, Swindon, SN25 2DD0 - Tel: 07974133921.


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DEATH AND FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

THE LATE ELIUD NYENZE "MIKE"

We regret to announce the death of Mr. Eliud Nguli Nyenze who passed away at Oakington detention camp near Cambridge, UK on Wednesday 14th April, 2010. Sources say it is  thought to have had a heart attack, had asked for Panadol repeatedly and was seen "crawling around the floor in pain" before he died. The source claimed the man's pleas for help were refused by staff at the centre.

We  are organising  a harambee to take the body of  the  late Eliud Nyenze's "Mike"  home. He was the son of the late Philip Nyenze and Ruth Mawia. Husband to Phoebe Ndwalye Nguli , father to Philip Nyenze and Ruth Mawia. The venue of the harambee will be held on the 29-May-2010. At Apex house  Sutton Road  Wembley  HA9 0TF  NEAR WEMBLEY RETAIL PARK. Right opposite Wembley Central station. One can take the  following buses  297, 83 or 182 .Time of the fund raising will be from 4-6p.m.All well wishers  can deposit the money in the following account .Barclays trust A/C  Mr M. N.   Nyenze SORT CODE  209561 ACCOUNT NUMBER 13856453.Your contributions will be highly appreciated. You can contact the brother on this number 07960260786. Or  Flora Mutoka "Manzi"  on 07508539311.

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Words of Inspiration and Comfort for the Bereaved

We can find inspiration in death as being a rebirth... that it is not the end of our existence, but merely a transition into another state of being. When I lost my younger brother I came to learn that despite my scepticism, life continues beyond death. I have received proof many times. To read what I have learned about life on the Other Side... Click here you may find it comforting.

Click here for some practical advice on Coping with Grief

 

Here are some words, poetry and quotes I found comforting, interesting and useful. Hope you do too..

 

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me...

When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry,
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an Angel came and called my name,
and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible,
that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you
and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,

He said, "This is eternity,
and all I've promised you".
Today for life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand
and share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

David M. Romano


 

A Letter From Heaven

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say,
Though first of all to let you know I arrived OK.
I'm writing this from heaven, here I dwell with Spirit above,
Here there's no more tears of sadness, here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy because I am out of sight,
Remember I am with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
Heavens warmth covered me and said "I welcome you".
"It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone,
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
We need you here so badly, you're part of our great plan,
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

Spirit gave me a list of things that were wished for me to do,
And foremost on that list - was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in your bed at night the day's chores put to flight,
Spirit and I are closest to you...in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years,
Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry a while; it helps relieve the pain.
Remember there would no flowers unless there was some rain.
I wish I could explain to you all that Spirit has planned.
If I were to tell you, you would not understand.
One thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over,
I'm closer to you now than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb,


But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.

It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and in pain,
Then you can say to me at night.."My day was not in vain".
So now I am contented...that my life was worthwhile,
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.

So if you meet someone who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps, only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go from that body to be free,


Remember you're not going...you're coming here to me.

*I would love to tell you who the author of this poem was, but this was sent to me by a friend who didn't know the name of the one who wrote these thoughtful lines.

 

This poem was written by a very brave lady towards the end of her battle with breast cancer. It makes you think….

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
By Erma Bombeck

I would have invited friends over to dinner,
Even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the GOOD living room and
Worried much less about the dirt when someone
Wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to
My grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the
Car windows be rolled up on a
Summer day because my hair had
Just been teased and sprayed.


I would have burned the pink candle
Sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with
My children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less
While watching television and more while watching life.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick
Instead of pretending the earth would go into a
Holding pattern if I wasn't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything
Just because it was practical,
Wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy,
I'd have cherished every moment realizing that the
Wonderment growing inside me was the only chance
In life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said,
"Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more, "I love you's" and more,
"I'm sorry's" but mostly, given another shot at life,
I would seize every minute ...
look at it and really see it ...
live it ... and never give it back.

 

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-) 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am 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

...this following version was amended by anon from the original...

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

 

There is no death!
What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call death.


~ Henry W. Longfellow

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

 

I'm Free

Don't Grieve for me for now I'm free,
I'm following the path God has laid you see.
I took His hand when I heard Him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that peace at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh, yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I've savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee,
God wanted me now, He set me free

Rupert Brooke 1887 - 1915

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Henry Van Dyke 1852 - 1933

Parable of Immortality

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says :
- 'There she goes!

Gone where?
Gone from my sight - that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
- 'There she goes! ',
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
- 'Here she comes!'

 

 

Death is nothing at all

 

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow,
laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort,
without the trace of a shadow in it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
it is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity,
why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
somewhere very near
just around the corner.
All is well

Christina Georgina Rossetti 1830 - 1894


Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
    You tell me of our future that you planned:
    Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.

 

Bright be the Place of Thy Soul

Bright be the place of thy soul!
    No lovelier spirit than thine
E'er burst from its mortal control,
   In the orbs of the blessed to shine.

On earth thou wert all but divine,
    As thy soul shall immortally be;
And our sorrow may cease to repine,
   When we know that thy God is with thee.

Light be the turf of thy tomb!
    May its verdure like emeralds be:
There should not be the shadow of gloom
    In aught that reminds us of thee.

Young flowers and an evergreen tree
    May spring from the spot of thy rest:
But nor cypress nor yew let us see;
    For why should we mourn for the blest?

 

ROBERT SOUTHEY 1774 - 1843


Among His Books

My days among the Dead are past;
    Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
   The mighty minds of old:
MY never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

With them I take delight in weal
    And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
    How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedewed
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
    I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
    Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.

MY hopes are with the Dead; anon
    My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on
    Through all Futurity;
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.

 

 

RICHARD CRASHAW 1613-1649


An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife who Died
and were Buried Together


To these, whom death again did wed,
This grave's the second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force,
'Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep:


They, sweet turtles, folded lie,
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till this stormy night be gone.
And the eternal morrow dawn,
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they waken with that light,
Whose day shall never sleep in night.

 

JOHN FLETCHER 1579-1625


Weep no More

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see.

 

 

John Donne 1572-1631


Holy Sonnets X

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,


And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

 

JOHN CLARE 1793-1864

Infants' Graves

Infants' graves are steps of angels, where
Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose.
God is their parent, and they need no tear,
He takes them to his bosom from earth's woes,
A bud their lifetime and a flower their close.
Their spirits are an Iris of the skies,
Needing no prayers; a sunset's happy close,
Gone are the bright rays of their soft blue eyes;
Flowers weep in dewdrops o'er them, and the gale gently sighs.

Their lives were nothing but a sunny shower,
Melting on flowers as tears melt from the eye,
Their deaths were dewdrops on heaven's amaranth bower,


And tolled on flowers as summer gales went by.
They bowed and trembled, and they left no sigh,
And the sun smiled to show their end was well.
Infants have naught to weep for ere they die;
All prayers are needless, beads they need not tell,
White flowers their mourners are, nature their passing-bell.

 

There is no such thing as "Death".

Everything in creation is energy.
Energy cannot die. It simply transforms.

We grieve because we miss the company of the one we loved.
We miss touching them and sharing the journey together.
Letting go is painful. It is difficult to see that 'death' is in fact a new beginning.

 

Guidance

I pretend I do not know you yet you are always by my side,
warning me to tell the children not to run into the street
or go too close to the edge of the river, urging me to drive carefully.
You govern my life, yet you have no name for I have not given you one.
But when I meet you face-to-face you are not always so terrifying
for you make me aware of how much I can love.


~ Anonymous

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Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death.
When a life has been lived completely honestly,
completely successfully, or just completely,
the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.


~ Julie Burchill

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Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality.


~ Emily Dickinson

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"The Rose"


It's the heart afraid of dying, that never learns to dance;
It's the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance;
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give;
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.

~ Bette Midler

 

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Suicide is about life, being in fact the sincerest form of criticism life gets.


~ Wilfrid Sheed

 

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Suicide sometimes proceeds from cowardice, but not always; for cowardice sometimes prevents it;
since as many live because they are afraid to die, as die because they are afraid to live.


~ Charles Caleb Colton, 1829

 

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Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself,
the most comforting words of all; This, too, shall pass.


~ Ann Landers

 

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'Death' is a natural cycle of life,

the transformation of consciousness and states of energy and information

from which we move into higher and more refined vibratory frequencies.

 

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I believe that life continues beyond death and that I have received proof many times. To read what I have learned about life on the Other Side... Click here

 

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ANNOUNCMENT!

 

NEW BRISTOL OFFICE LOCATION

 

Kesom Freight International Limited are pleased to announce the opening of their OWN office in Bristol.

 

Kesom Freight International Ltd,

Next to Beauty Queen Cosmetics

229-231 Stapleton Road

Bristol

BS5 0PG

Office Tel:      0117 951 6161

Mobile:          07930508058/07932450835'

 This office can offer a full Freight forwarding service, including Imports, Exports by air & sea worldwide plus receiving & handling of cargo for our KENYAN consolidation service

 

www.kesomfreight.com

 

 

 

 

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