| Location | High Wycombe |
| Age | 7 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 12/08/1999 |
| Date of Death | 05/11/2006 |
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♥ ♥ George ♥ ♥
It broke my heart to lose you
but you did not go alone,
part of me went with you
the day you were called home.
A million times I've thought of you,
a million times I've cried.
If loving could have saved you,
you never would have died.
Forgive me, for I'll always weep,
for my George who I loved but could not keep.
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If we could have a life time wish
a dream that would come true,
then we would wish with all our hearts
for yesterday and you.
A thousand words can't bring you back
we know because we've tried,
neither will a thousand tears
we know because we've cried.
You left behind our broken hearts
and happy memories too,
but we never wanted memories,
we only wanted you.
George Alexander Churches, aged 7, died November 5th (Bonfire Night) 2006. He was a brave,
beautiful and special little boy, who lived with his mummy, daddy and big sister Lucy in High
Wycombe, Buckinghamshire.
George was diagnosed with Burkitt's Lymphoma (also known as Burkitt's Leukaemia), a rare cancer of
the lymph system, in April 2006, when he was 6 years old. At the time George was diagnosed, his
cancer was already at stage IV - it had spread to his bone marrow and was systemic. He braved 7
months of intensive chemotherapy, and we thought the cancer had gone. But with only two treatments
left, the cancer came back in George's spinal fluid. There was nothing more the doctors could do,
so we brought our special little boy home. Burkitt's is one of the most aggressive human cancers
there is, and George died three and a half weeks later.
We miss our little boy with all our hearts, and he can never be replaced. He was funny and gorgeous
and had big blue eyes and dark blond hair, before the chemo made it all fall out. Just before he
died, his hair and eyebrows were growing back, black! George was all about fun. He was always
smiling, even when he felt very unwell. He was incredibly brave and rarely complained about his
treatments. If he felt especially bad, he would sometimes say 'mummy, I don't like having cancer'.
That would be the extent of his complaining. The only time he cried about it was when he had to
have steroid eye-drops which were really stingy to his eyes. Even then, he never fought or said no,
he just cried a little bit and let the nurses get on with it. Not long after he was first
diagnosed, he told his daddy 'daddy, I don't want to die, I want to live.' We reassured him that he
would, because at that time we had no reason to believe that his cancer would be resistant to the
chemotherapy.
George was an avid Dr. Who fan, so much so that when he died we dressed him in his Dr. Who outfit,
complete with sonic screwdriver (!) and we had a special Tardis coffin made. Our funeral directors,
who were completely amazing, provided a quilt with a Dr. Who cover on, to go in the grave on top of
the coffin. At George's funeral, the Dr. Who theme tune and the Tardis sound-effect were played.
David Tennant, the current Dr. Who, sent George a letter and a signed postcard, but sadly it arrived
just after George died. I like to think that he saw it from heaven anyway.
We found a beautiful woodland cemetery for George's grave. To start with, his daddy put a wooden
surround around it and we filled it with beach pebbles and candles and George's collection of shells
and several knick-knacks. It looked beautiful, but nothing makes up for not having him here with
us, where he belongs. Now, we've had a new headstone put up for George, and we've redone the
perimeter of his grave with garden edging, in an orangy terracotta. Orange was George's favourite
colour. The headstone is sparkly and has a heart in the middle and two giraffe engravings on either
side - George's favourite animal. He always said that when he grew up, he wanted to be "a
zoo-keeper who looks after giraffees!"
George's sister Lucy, who's now 13 (she was 10 when he died), misses him terribly. They played
together all the time and rarely argued. She told me 'mummy, I haven't only lost a brother, I've
lost a friend.'
On the day that George died, Lucy was sitting by him, holding her little brother's hand. He was
gripping her finger tightly, even though he was pretty much comatose by that point. He was still
gripping her finger when he took his last breath. Lucy likes to say that she's connected to heaven
by a finger! She asked to be kept completely involved throughout. She even helped us to wash and
dress him after he died, and she wrote a letter to put in his coffin, and came with us to the chapel
of rest to see him a few days later. She insisted on spending time alone with him in there - we
think she must have had things to say to George that didn't involve us. Sometimes I think as adults
we forget that children have their own relationships...she was his sister and we didn't have that
relationship to him. She is lonely now.
The house seems so quiet. There isn't enough mess. There isn't enough dirty laundry, or shoes, or
coats. There is only one school bag and one school lunchbox. I cannot imagine that losing our
precious little boy is something we will ever get over. I suppose it's just a matter of looking for
ways to live with it.
GEORGE NOW ALSO HAS A BABY BROTHER OR SISTER IN HEAVEN, THAT HE IS LOOKING AFTER FOR US.
This is a poem I wrote for my precious boy.
MUMMY-HUG
A mummy-hug. That's all I need,
your little arms around my neck,
and from this pain I would be freed.
But you're not here. I know. I check.
Two muddy knees. And then I could
get out the soap and rubber duck,
and clean you up like mummies should.
But you're not here. So now I'm stuck.
And on school mornings, quiet and still,
there should be not one lunch, but two,
your little tum with food to fill.
But you're not here. There's one too few.
This empty space I cannot stand;
this ache, this longing for your smile.
To feel in mine your little hand,
to hold you once again, a while.
But you're not here. You're underground
in cold, wet earth, despite my pleas.
There's nothing left except the sound
of candles sputtering in the breeze.
How can it be? My little boy,
so full of life, so sweet, so brave.
You brought such happiness and joy
till cancer put you in your grave.
And for your sister's sake I try
to move on forward through the pain.
But silently my heart will cry
till I get your mummy-hug again,
for my heart is broken, yet still beats
because it must. Life does go on.
The world still turns. The sun still heats.
But you're not here. You're gone. You're gone.
love mummy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Why?
the title says it all,
its not fair, you never did anything wrong.
how is it fair that you died?
just 7. so young.
Why?
Nature's Rainbows
We held them in our parent arms
for days or weeks or years.
Now we hold them in our hearts
and cry the darkest tears.
The cord attached to children,
eternally fine and strong.
We never leave the missing;
it holds us all life long.
Our children now inside us -
our souls tattooed with gold.
Their love, their words, caresses,
are hugs that we still hold.
If we open to the knowledge,
that they aren't completely gone,
we will sometimes feel their touching,
sometimes soft and sometimes strong.
When they show us nature's rainbows,
we can feel their proud delight,
sending signs to show they're living,
only far beyond our sight
Genesse Bourdeau Gentry
♥
♥ 16TH MAY 2009 ♥
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♥
EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT
WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED
TO HOLD ME TIGHT
JUST BLOW A KISS INTO THE SKY
FOR I WILL BE THAT CLOSE BY
IN THE HEAVENS THROUGHOUT
THE DAY,
I WATCH OVER YOU AND HEAR
YOU PRAY,
I SEE YOU SMILE AND SHED A TEAR
FOR YOU KNOW THAT I'M STILL NEAR
I'M THE *ANGEL OF YOUR EYE*
YOUR *ANGEL IN THE SKY*.
LOVE ALWAYS
YVONNE JACKS MUM
XXXXXX.
10TH MAY 2009
Dear God,
Please love my Angels that dwell with you above,
Please hug them for me tightly with your precious, tender love,
Dear God,
Please sing them lullabys as they lay down to sleep,
Please comfort them and just be there if they should ever weep.
Please let them know I love them all and wish I understood
The reason they're in Heaven, please tell them to be good.
Are fluffy clouds their pillows, to lay their heads at night?
And do the stars just twinkle to give them little light?
Will you watch them all so carefully and always hold their hand?
And answer all the questions that a child can't understand?
Do you tell them all about me, do they know just who I am?
Are they with my caring family, my grandpa and grandmam?
God,
do you ever pick them up and sit them on your knee?
And rock them oh so gently if they ever cry for me?
God,
do they play with children's toys in Heaven up above?
And have they met your precious son that died for us in love?
I have so many questions Lord, I want to understand
Just why my little Angels are up there, was their life planned?
I dwell down here and feel like we're a thousand miles apart,
Please help me God, please hear my plea,
Just mend this broken heart!
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By Dawn Glenton (c 2000
† [♥] † [♥] [♥] † [♥] † [♥]† [♥] † [♥] †
Reality
At the fine levels of my being
You're still with me.
And we look at each other
At that level beyond sight.
We talk and laugh with each other
At a level beyond touch.
We share time together in a place
Where time stands still.
We are still together
On a level called love...
But I cry alone for you
In a place called reality
♥
SWEET DREAMS GEORGE XXX.
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The Next Place
By Warren Hanson
The next place that I go
Will be as peaceful and familiar
As a sleepy summer Sunday
And a sweet, untroubled mind.
And yet . . .
It won't be anything like any place I've ever been. . .
Or seen. . . or even dreamed of
In the place I leave behind.
I won't know where I'm going,
And I won't know where I've been
As I tumble through the always
And look back toward the when.
I'll glide beyond the rainbows.
I'll drift above the sky.
I'll fly into the wonder, without ever wondering why.
I won't remember getting there.
Somehow I'll just arrive.
But I'll know that I belong there
And will feel much more alive
Than I have ever felt before.
I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto
That were holding onto me.
The next place that I go
Will be so quiet and so still
That the whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill
The listening sky with joyful silence,
And with unheard harmonies
Of music made by no one playing,
Like a hush upon breeze.
There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light,
Where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night.
The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun
And the moon and half a million stars are married into one.
The next place that I go Won't really be a place at all.
There won't be any seasons --
Winter, summer, spring or fall --
Nor a Monday, Nor a Friday,
Nor December, Nor July.
And the seconds will be standing still. . .
While hours hurry by.
I will not be a boy or girl,
A woman or man.
I'll simply be just, simply, me.
No worse or better than.
My skin will not be dark or light.
I won't be fat or tall.
The body I once lived in
Won't be part of me at all.
I will finally be perfect.
I will be without a flaw.
I will never make one more mistake,
Or break the smallest law.
And the me that was impatient,
Or was angry, or unkind,
Will simply be a memory.
The me I left behind.
I will travel empty-handed.
There is not a single thing
I have collected in my life
That I would ever want to bring Except. . .
The love of those who loved me,
And the warmth of those who cared.
The happiness and memories
And magic that we shared.
Though I will know the joy of solitude. . .
I'll never be alone. I'll be embraced
By all the family and friends I've ever known.
Although I might not see their faces,
All our hearts will beat as one,
And the circle of our spirits
Will shine brighter than the sun.
I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find,
All love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind.
All these good things will go with me.
They will make my spirit glow.
And that light will shine forever In the next place that I go.
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FOR YOUR SPECIAL GARDEN *ANGEL* XXXXX.
With much Love.xxx
♥ღ♥ I stood beside your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
quietly in your sleep.
I touched you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour coffee,
You were thinking of how much you
LOVE with me.
I was with you at the store today,
Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you,
that I'm not really there.
I walked with you to the house,
as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my hand on you,
I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired,
and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know,
that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be
so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty,
"I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then
smiled, I think you knew,
In the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.
The day is over, I smile and watch
you yawning and say
"goodnight, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you
to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and
we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to
show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out
then come home to be with me ♥ღ♥
xxx
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