| 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
Dearest Mommy
When you wonder the meaning of life and love
Know that I am with you,
Close your eyes and feel me kissing you
In the gentle breeze across your cheek.
When you begin to doubt that you shall ever see me again
Quiet your mind and hear me
I am in the whisper of the heavens
Speaking of your love.
When you lose your identity
When you question who you are and where you are going
Open your heart and see me.
I am the twinkle in the stars smiling down upon you,
Lighting the path for your journey.
When you awaken each morning
Not remembering your dreams
But feeling content and serene
Know that I was with you--
Filling your night with thoughts of me
When you linger in the remnant pain
Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar
Think of me and
Know that I am with you
Touching you through the shared tears of a gentle friend
Easing the pain
As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky
In the breathtaking glory, awaken your spirit
Think of our time,all too brief, but ever brilliant.
When you were certain of us, together
When you were certain of your destiny
Know that God created that moment in time,
Just for us.
Dearest Mommy, I am with you always
-- Joanne Cacciatore
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Sometimes life's most precious things,
Slip too quickly from our hands,
Snowflakes, rainbows, childhood,
Castles in the sand.
God gave us a special spot,
to preserve them in our hearts,
A forever place where all we love,
lingers when we part.
Fireflies and autumn leaves,
Roses, kittens, dreams,
Icicles, sunrise, spider webs,
Mornings dew, moon beams.
Butterflies and baby birds,
Flowers that bloom in spring,
Perhaps in life God's greatest gifts,
Are blessed by Him with wings.
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Life is Hard Without you
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Missing you more with each new day
and trying to be brave...
Thinking of our happy times
and all the love you gave...
Feeling very grateful
for the dreams we saw come true,
For every lovely thing we shared
and, most of all, for you...
Treasuring each memory
that keeps you ever near...
Remembering familiar things
and wishing you were here.
Life's very hard without you
but that is the price to pay
For all the shared and precious times
grief cannot take away.
Daddy, please don't look so sad,
Mama please don't cry~
"Cause I am in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies."
Please, try not to question God,
Don't think he is unkind
Don't think He sent me to you,
and then He changed his mind.
You see, I am a special child,
and I'm needed up above
I'm the special gift you gave Him,
the product of your love.
I'll always be there with you
and watch the sky at night,
Find the brightest star that's gleaming,
That's my halo's brilliant light.
You'll see me in the morning frost,
that mists your window pane.
That's me in the summer showers,
I'll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a little breeze,
from a gentle wind that blows
That's me, I'll be there,
planting a kiss on your nose.
When you see a child playing,
and your heart feels a little tug,
That's me, I'll be there,
giving your heart a hug.
So Daddy, please don't look so sad,
Mama don't you cry.
I'm in the arms of Jesus
and He sings me lullabies.
SLEEP TIGHT LITTLE ANGEL
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Letter From Heaven.
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.
xxxx
I am the wind in your hair, with you everywhere
I am the stars in the sky and the sun up high.
I am the waves in the ocean, with your every emotion
I am the snow on the ground, I am all around.
I am the flowers in the meadow, wherever you go
I am the moon at night, please know I'm alright.
I am the bird's sweet song, I am not gone
I am the blossom on a tree, you'll never forget me.
I am the rain on your face, a rainbow's embrace
I am the leaves on the ground, I'll always be around.
I am the fluffy white clouds, innocent and pure
Look all around you, you'll feel me I'm sure.
I am that warm loving feeling, deep in your heart
My memories live on, we'll never be apart.
I am all around you, in all that you see, hear and do
Just reach right out now, I am always here with you.
xXx Thinking of you all always xXx.
WHERE DO I BELONG ON MOTHER'S DAY
I'm facing a dilemma
That I don't know what to do
Looking at Mother's Day
And another year without you
Sometimes I feel I don't belong
In the circle of my friends
Because my heart doesn't feel
Like keeping up with all the trends
Sometimes I wish I could be different
And face the day with a smile
I try and do that often
But it gets hard once in a while
I look all around me
And see kid's shopping for their mum's
And all I can think about this March
Is how you never made it to your prom
My friends ask me to join them
For lunch and sometimes dinner too
But where do I fit in
When I'm so lonely without you?
Sometimes I feel I just don't fit in
With the rest of the world
And yet I know that others
Also lost son's and little girls
I watch the ones who are further
Down the road than how far I've came
And I hope that one day I can see
Mother's Day without tears like rain
I wonder where I belong
And whom do I belong to
Although you're not here with me
I'll always be Mum to you
So on this Mother's Day
When the world celebrates as it does
I will remember all the things
And the way things once was
I miss you my child
I miss you with all my heart
And though I don't know where I belong
I think I'm about to start
For a mum is a woman
Who loves her child deep in her heart
And though on earth they are parted
That love stays forever in her heart
I'll think of you this Sunday
And I'll try to smile when I do
For God made me your Mum
And I'll always belong to you
♥
thinking of you tomorrow on mothers day xxx
Dandelions from Heaven
Mothers day is coming And I wanted to send you a sign
something you can tell others; "Is from an angel of mine
So I searched the heavens high and low for that perfect thing....
And low and behold I found it.... And a smile I hope it will bring.
So when you look to the heavens and see the yellow stars in the sky
Just think of me .... your angel... in the heavens way up high
And just imagine those stars; are dandelions up above.
Yes! Dandelions are also in heaven; which you know how much I love.
So on this mothers day and you awake and feel blue....
You will notice those yellow stars... are no longer in view.
So look to the meadows and the dandelions you see...
Are the ones I've tossed down this mothers day from me.
And when you find a dandelion that has turned from yellow to white;
Youre supposed to make a wish and then blow with all your might.
For you will be blowing kisses to me in heaven above....
And I will be catching them and blowing them back sent with all my love.
Please know that l am with you.... on this mothers day....
And also in the days ahead.... God and I will never stray.
We will be with you in the morning ....when you awake and see the sun....
We will be with you when you say your prayers when the day is done.
For God and I will never be very far from your side....
For I can now be everywhere.... and God will be your guide.
So.... remember when you see dandelions it is your guarantee
That I am always close to you.... for dandelions are free to roam ....now just like me.
I will always be with you mummy....
Happy Mothers Day....
Love your angel in heaven.
Anonymous.
I am going away tomorrow for a week but you are always in my thoughts & in my heart xxx
My heart goes out to you darling george & all your loving family.
Your mum has written such a beautiful legacy for you... her love for you & all your precious family's love shines through in her words.
You are such a brave little man... now that you are free of all pain may you rest in peace & your memory live on in your family's lives.
Love Shelly xxx
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