| Location | Thamesmead |
| Age | 43 years |
| Date of Birth | 05/05/1963 |
| Date of Death | 26/03/2007 |
| Visitors | 8,585 since 28/03/2007 |
| Creator |
where do i start... Kevin was brought up in belvedere by his mum, dad, sisters Christine, Rosie,
Jackie, Diane and brother Barry. 20 years ago he extended his family by meeting my mum and became an
amazing dad to myself and my brother Aaron and a grandad to Stacie and Taylor.
Kevin was an amazing man who would so anything for anyone and never had a bad word to say about
anyone. he never had the easiest of lives after the loss of his dad and then losing his much loved
mum. his grieving never stopped there he lost my grandad who he looked up to then lost his sister
Jackie which broke his heart.
in 2006 Kevin was diagnosed with cancer, a very rare type of cancer (he never did things simple) and
started a long battle, he needed to have a very serious operation, in which we wasn't given very
good odds for his survival. but he pulled through the 9 hour operation and began his recovery..
during this time we lost my uncle.. who was a very special person to Kevin, no longer had he been
out of hospital he was attending a funeral. in February 2007 he was finally given the all clear..
his fighting had paid off!!
that happiness was very short lived when in the same month after a routine check up revealed that
the cancer was back, this time worse, it was an adreanal cancer on the liver!! within weeks he
encountered so many other problems, he developed an infection in his liver.. a blood clot in the
inferior vena cava which all resulted inalot of water trapped in his legs. once again Kevin was
admitted into hospital, determined to fight again...
he went through a long struggle but hope was at hand when a drug was brought over from america to
treat the type of cancer he had,as soon as the drug arrived he began to take it along with all the
other medication he had... he was so scared of what might happen but we all reasured him he would be
ok and that we would get through it together.
side affects began to kick in... confusion was the main one it was heart breaking to see go through
this... but he fought on and he fought hard. as the dose was put up he got worse till in the end it
had to be stopped as it was killing him... but not all was lost we concentrated on trying to fight
this infection and the water on his legs because then he could go back on the chemo....
he never got better... his condition deteriated till on friday the 23rd march all our hopes were
taken from us when we was told there was jnow nothing they could do for him... he was given 1-2
weeks to live. i dont need to tell you how our world fell apart in that very second.. the man who we
all loved so much... the man who never did any wrong was going to be taken from us!
Kevin was afraid of dying so we didnt tell him, which was one of the hardest things we had to do..
how can you sit by a man so innocent and tell him to fight, that hes getting better when you know
hes dying... i dont know how we all did it but we did. by sunday he was barly consious but still
this amazing man was fighting, he so wanted to live and he had so much to live for, he planned to
fish in ireland with his brother, he wanted to see his grandson make it as a footballer, he had
discovered a great friend in his nephew Micheal and his gf Alex but most of all he wanted to beat
this and live his life with the woman he loved so dearly... my mum.
by around 9pm that sunday night kevin had lost conciousness and i think we all knew this was going
to be it...
it was... Kevin took his last breath at 4:40am with his loved ones at his side... the love of his
life.. myself, his brother Barry and his sister in law Wendy.
how can a man die just 2 days after being told he had 1-2 weeks to live!
Kevin was a great man who loved fishing, he went on many fishing holidays with friends and has
millions of pictures showing all the fish he had caught, these once boring pictures will now be
treasured. he also had a passion for computers, he was always trying something new and many times
things would go wrong and the whole system would go down but he kept at it till it was all up and
working again... self taught he also fixed computers for others only ever charging them for what he
had payed out for.
Kevin was also a very hard worker, he could never stand to be out of work as was very much loved by
all of his work mates!
As you can tell Kevin was a very very much loved man with such a huge heart, he was taken from his
friends and family much too soon....
and yes, only the good die young and Kevin who was only 43 really one of these people!!!
Kev thank you for everything you have done for us all, i can tell you from the bottom of my heart
you will never be forgotton we love you now and forever... until we meet again goodnight and god
bless xx i love you xx ( kiss and a hug from taylor)
05/05/63 to 26/03/2007
ALSO ON GONETOOSOON, MY UNK - BARRY KEITH BUTCHER
MY GRANDAD - RAYMOND BUTCHER
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When Great Trees Fall
(Maya Angelou)
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
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When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
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Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
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And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
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♥
♥ 15TH NOVEMBER 2009 ♥
♥
It's Sunday again and the days pass so fast,
But my love for you will always last.
The days go by in such a blur,
Oh I wish that you were here.
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Days turn into months..
Months turn into years..
I still love you with all my heart..
And only wish we never had to part.
︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽
It's Sunday again and there is not a sound,
Theres not even many people walking around.
For Sunday you see is a day of rest..
You should know my angel..
Because you are the best.
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So my darling angel I just want to say...
Have a peaceful Sunday in heaven today.
And remember it's not just on a Sunday I love and miss you..
I love and miss you every day of the week too.
︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽ ︽♥︽ ︽☆︽
SENDING YOU SUNDAY BLESSINGS, MAY YOU HAVE A
PEACEFUL DAY, LOVE JUDE. X X
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copyright ~ Jackie Thomas 14/06/09.
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♥ Peace My Heart ♥
♥ Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
♥ Let it not be a death but completeness.
♥ Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
♥ Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
♥ Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
♥ Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
♥ I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
♥ Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher ♥
♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~ ♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~
~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
Sweetdreams XxX
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........... (...(`.-``'**-.*)...)..........Just Peeking in
..............)......--.......--....(...........to say
............./......(o..._...o)....\..........Sweet
.............\.........(..0..)......./..........Dreams
..........__.`.-._...'='.._.-.*.__.......ANGEL
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.......\__)).........'#'......... ((__/.....
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Having problems with my computer, so leaving big hugs incase I can`t get on for a few days, love Christine xxx
IITH NOVEMBER 2009
✿..LET US REMEMBER THEM...✿
✿ 'Please wear a poppy', the lady said
and held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old, and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.✿
✿ A boy came wistling down the street,
Bouncing along, on care free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
'Lady', said he, 'May I have one?'
When she pinned it on, he turned to say,
'Why do we wear a poppy today?'✿
✿ The lady smiled in her wistful way,
and answered, 'This is Rememberance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for,
the gallant men who died in war,
and because they died you and I are free--
Thats why we wear a poppy, you see'.✿
✿ 'I had a boy about your size,
with golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew
and became a man--as you will, too.' ✿
✿ 'He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away,
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said'Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, mom, so please don't cry'.✿
✿ 'But the war went on and he had to stay,
and all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it in my dreams at night),
with the tanks and guns and cruel Barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.'✿
✿'Till at last the war was won-
and thats why we wear a poppy son'.
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said 'Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your Son-- did he come back alright?'✿
✿ A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
she shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
and if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
though our freedome was bought-and thousands paid.✿
✿ And so when we see a poppy worn, let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
and asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy. Remember-- and give!✿
✿ Lest we forget......✿
Copyright ~ 2009 by Blair Leger & ilovepoetry.com
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Magic Of A Rainbow
I'll never see a rainbow
That I won't think of you;
Though days seem bleak and dreary
The sun is shining through.
A symbol of God's love fulfilled
In beauty, hope and grace;
A rainbow is a mirror
Reflecting His own face.
It arches o'er the mountains
With Heaven its domain;
Its brilliant colors wakened by
The grayness and the rain.
Now may I see the rainbows sent
To ease my broken heart,
Promising His healing love,
Shine through when teardrops start.
Miraculous, magical rainbows,
Blessing the sadness with peace;
God gently smiling and touching,
Bidding the sadness cease.
(Peggy Kociscin)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Where Peace Flows Like a River.
Together we will journey
To that land up in the sky
Where the flame does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.
Where the harps are gently playing
As a host of angels sing
Where the road is paved with diamonds
And the golden bells do ring.
Where the path is set before us
Shining brightly as the sun
We will see the face of Jesus
When our final race is run.
Where the peace flows like a river
Winding through the streets of gold
We will dine with priests and prophets
When the key to life, we hold.
Where the flame does burn eternal
In that sacred Promised Land
Where God holds the gift of freedom
In the cleft of His right hand.
Where we'll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
When we meet again someday.
Where we'll gather at the river
In our home up in the sky
Where the peace flows like a fountain
And the soul does never die.
Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
� 2004
♥
6th November 2009.
♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥ Jude is.............
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┊ ┊┊ ┊┊ ★★ ★ Just sending
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┊ ┊┊ ★ Lots of love
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┊ ★ For a special Angel
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★ In heaven above.
I've just popped on your memorial..
To send you some love..
For a special Angel..
In heaven above
You are greatly missed..
By your family below
Why God took your hand..
They will never know.
You were loved so much..
And nobody could compare
For you are a their special Angel..
In heaven up there.
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copyright ~ Jackie Thomas 30/07/09.
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♥ From Water Bug to Dragonfly ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The bottom of the pond is muddy and dark
There is fear of the unknown
There is loneliness as things change
There is the desperation of being left behind
Not knowing, not understanding
Watching and waiting
Then the journey comes
Up the stem
What waits beyond?
Sunlight
Freedom
Dancing together in joy with those who went before
And who will come after.
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