What a beautiful lady! I know that souls live on, and she is smiling at you from Heaven, and as close as your heart. God bless you both! <3My precious Sylvia died this morning at 8:40am in the St Catherine's Hospice in Crawley, Sussex, U.K.
For several months she had been suffering from advanced lung cancer.
She never smoked.
She bore the distress of this illness with the grace and courage for which she is known.
She sends her love and best wishes to all those that knew her and loved her.
Dave
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Dear Dave,My precious Sylvia died this morning at 8:40am in the St Catherine's Hospice in Crawley, Sussex, U.K.
For several months she had been suffering from advanced lung cancer.
She never smoked.
She bore the distress of this illness with the grace and courage for which she is known.
She sends her love and best wishes to all those that knew her and loved her.
Dave
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Poem by Sylvia
I wake up each morning
And what do I see?
a person who's loving
And caring - that's me.
I'm filled with contentment,
I try not to judge,
For that is the job
Of the dear Lord above!
I don't hold resentment;
I never do "hate",
It's a waster of energy
an unhappy state.
My problems are few
As I solve them at best.
Unsolvable ones - well,
I lay them to rest.
On my shit pile I place them
And there they ferment
And if I revisit
They've 'got up and went'
Forgiveness is crucial
A tough nut to crack
But revenge hurts the vengeful
That's not what I'm at.
So, on waking each morning
I get up and smile.
A new day awaits me -
"Let's make it worthwhile!"
On Sunday 18th August 2019 I woke up and went downstairs to make Sylvie her usual cup of tea.Poem by Sylvia
I wake up each morning
And what do I see?
a person who's loving
And caring - that's me.
I'm filled with contentment,
I try not to judge,
For that is the job
Of the dear Lord above!
I don't hold resentment;
I never do "hate",
It's a waster of energy
an unhappy state.
My problems are few
As I solve them at best.
Unsolvable ones - well,
I lay them to rest.
On my shit pile I place them
And there they ferment
And if I revisit
They've 'got up and went'
Forgiveness is crucial
A tough nut to crack
But revenge hurts the vengeful
That's not what I'm at.
So, on waking each morning
I get up and smile.
A new day awaits me -
"Let's make it worthwhile!"