this candle will always burn in her memory Mum this rose will always bloom in her memory

We celebrated the life of

Lavender Gibson-Gilbert
30th July, 1916 - 2nd November, 2005

at 1.30 pm on Friday, 25th November at Headington Crematorium in Oxford, followed by a buffet at The Talk House in Stanton St John, where a scrap book of her life was available for everyone to look through.

A personal Order of Service was provided at the crematorium as a keepsake of the occasion.

Floral tributes were very welcome as Mum really loved flowers, and Diane at Allways Flowers, 2, Pound Street, Newbury, Berks on 01635 522888 gave excellent value, quality and service as always.


 

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.


~ Josh Groban ~

A SILENT TEAR

Just close your eyes, and you will see
All the memories that you have, of me.
Just sit and relax and you will find
I'm really still there, inside your mind.
Don't cry for me, now l am gone,
for I am in the land of song.
There is no pain, there is no fear,
So dry away that silent tear.
Don't think of me in the dark and cold,
For here I am, no longer old.
I'm in that place that's filled with love,
Known to you all as "UP ABOVE",
by Gaynor Llewellyn

THE ROSE BEYOND THE WALL

A rose once grew where all could see,
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
And, as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread its branches, straight and tall.
One day, a beam of light shone through
A crevice that had opened wide,
The rose bent gently towards its warmth
Then passed beyond to the other side,
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted, the rose blooms there,
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by Gods own loving care.
Author Unknown.


 

 

 

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