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My dad. They sent him to war when I was a child and he came home. My dad died in 1981 and I am still waiting for him to come home again.

my adopted parents i admired them so much for taking on us 2 girls i will always miss them and they are forever in my heart god bless you both for giving us the chance of a happy life xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Sylvia King-Died 11 October 2001.x Sylvie was a special person to alot of people.if you wanted a laugh that was the person to be with.i can remember when sylvie was a demonstrater at a shop i used to work at many years ago...The management team in our area were having a very important meeting..including area and regional manager...The area manage asked sylvie to cook some large american pizzas up and seeing that she would struggle asked the deputy manager if i could help here .he said yes...we proceeded to cook the pizzas in the microwave only for sylbie to say that they need browning and we would have to stick the combi grill on in the microwave...well two minutes passed.And we could smell burning.the pizzas had caught fire on the grill(cheese)She opened the microwave and managed to put the fire out but unbeknown to us we had a fire sensor above us...Sylvie piped up and said'that was lucky done that in the last shop and the fire alarm went off'as she has said taht teh alarms went off...the shop had to be evacuated...When we assembled outside we could see all the managers coming down the fire escape ,area manager proceeding and the regional...sylvie just stood there in here apron and gloves gobsmaked...least to say they were furious when they found out what caused it...we did have a gigglexxxxxxxxxxxxx((((:

for me it was my dad i found him dying when iwas only going on for 14 he was 57 and that was 52yrs ago but i still miss him as i was his lttle girl being only child the second was on the 8april 5yrs ago my father-in law such anice man always made me laugh and we miss him so much,people may thing this is strange but every time i go to visit englandi always go to the cemerty to tell him i m going away for aweek as the church is by were we live,its ashme one has to lose the people we love most,joyce

My Memories Are of my best mates little girl who was 8 and was killed in the car crash that happened 15/04/2006. I remember her little smile and her loving ways, she was one of these children who was 8 going on 18. GOD BLESS YOU DEMI HUNT (DOT) xxxxxx Lyn x

10-35 8th Dec 1980 talked about LENNONS MURDER WITH DAD THEN WENT TO BED. HE SAID GOODNIGHT MAH DOOOK AS HE CAME FROM nORTHAMPTON. I thought odd for dad to talk like that just normally got a nite. 15 mins later mum was screaming I went into their room and fought to keep dad alive (cpr) but failed. I did love u dad Still do.

Deb, your message reminded me of the night my dad died. I went down to see him that night after work and so did my sister. My brother, who lived miles away, was working in London that day too, so he had popped in to see dad on the way to work. Went to kiss him goodbye when I left and he was dozing, I kissed him and said goodnight - he work and said 'drive carefully' as he always did. He died later that night - he had seen all his children just before he died. AL

I prefer not to recall too often. I sometimes wonder why I have lived so long when all those I have loved have died. len

My Dad When I was little he would rush home from work in the Summer and take me to the park to play in the paddling pool there, before we went home for tea. He'd carry me home in a thick white towel. He also taught me to ride my bike in that park. When I was older and he was ill, I'd go down to visit him several times a week, but Saturday's were special. Mum would be out shopping and I'd lie on the bed next to dad and we'd have a good old chit chat - not necessarily about anything special, but it was our special time. How I miss those chats and what I'd give for just one more. AL

The only relation I really remember is my father..a quiet, patient man. A schoolmaster, he taught me the joy of learning, for which I am eternally grateful. My son has some of his little 'ways' and tastes..........proving genetics, as my father died 8 years before my son was born. Reg

It was Sunday, we had all just gotten back from a weeks vacation. We take a holiday each summer, all my siblings, nieces and nephews, rent a group of cottages and spend the whole week just hanging out etc. On Sunday our first day home we all went to our parents. Dad had been ill for a while and was extremely up that day his breathing was good and he had more colour in him than he'd had in a long time. All his kids and grandkids were home safe. I talked to him about how good he looked and he said he was just happy everyone had a gread holiday but was glad everyone was home and safe. When leaving that night I gave him the usual kiss, normally he would turn so you got his cheek, but that night he turned and planted a big one on my lips. He then mumbled 'Love you Babe' and I told him I loved him to. Dad died in his sleep that night. He was only 62 and it was 12 years ago but that memory will last for the rest of my life. Love you and miss you so much Dad. xx

Cant add as i work with the elderly and i love them all.Annie

thanks for the thread, so many happy memories, but now sad ones as they are no longer here to share them with us. Nan- the smell if her apple pies. dad- wisdom! step-mother-cooking, chats, curry and wine (plenty of ) brother- mostley, 'simpley the best', he was not just my brother but a very good friend.

lots happy and very sad .... as a child spent lots of time with my grandparents .... loved them so much ... grandad died when i was nine .... just found that out recently when i got his death certificate .... find it hard to believe i only had so few years with him cos he had such an influence on me as did gran. In 1954 gran getting old and needing care came to live with us (big mistake) there was big row with my parents and she left i never saw her again and she died year later ... i desparately want tofind their graves so i can put some flowers on it. Wonderful memories of my son who was murdered in 2001 ... forever in my heart has his my lovely husband who died in 2003 ... we had 43 wonderful years together ... two weeks before he died he said to me 'there are givers and takers in this world and you are a giver and i am glad i married you sugar' (his pet name for me lol). Wonderful memories of times spent with my two grandchildren now 18 and 14 and the fact when i get hugs from them i am holding my son xxxx

Helping my Grandad in his garden feed the birds by putting scraps on the bird table (which is still at Grandma's today 30 years later) Then going inside and watching him break toffee with his toffee hammer........ and getting a piece to eat before tea.... naughty grandad!! He always wore those silver cuff springy things keeping his shirt sleeves up!! I was 10 when you died Grandad but I still remember you like it was yesterday!! xx

Like everyone else, I have lots of memories but the one person, after my parents and children and grandchildren, I always come back to thinking of was my dad's brother, Uncle Arthur. He never married and was always in poor health, very thin and underfed, with huge brown puppy~dog eyes. His suits were always too big for him, as he disappeared more and more into them. He had no home of his own and no one to care for him properly. He spent most of his time going to and fro from our house to his two sisters houses.......who lived opposite us in the 1950's. He would sit on our doorstep and watch the world go by, as he was too ill to work.........and my brother and I would sit beside him.............then one day, the doorstep remained empty.....we didn't understand then that he had died as we were only 4 and 5 years old.........but I can still picture us all sat there. Jen

my memories of mum are lots, sometimes my daughter will say something funny and ill laugh and say, 'you sounded just like your nana then' the time she stood in the kitchen and mocked her dad by bowing with hands up saying'yes oh lord and master' id seen mum do exactly the same one time, at OH too, which was the funniest thing, now something will happen and well say thats mum showing shes watching

The one that stands out most in my memories is Jan 1946.I had been a London evacuee from Sept 1939 when i went to Tunbridge Wells in Kent .I was with my foster family till about 1943 when they decided that it was too dangerous in Kent so the London kids went back home & the Kent kids were evacuated too. I was sent to Birmingham and had a terrible time with the woman of the house who treated me very unfeelingly and made me feel very lonely.(lots more i could say about her but wont). My Mums younger bro who was still in the navy travelled up to Birmingham to bring me home. The lady of the house was all sweetness & light to him ,gave him tea & homemade cake & treated him to the list of my shortcomings, I was 8 coming up 9, I couldn't wait to leave & just kept saying to him can we go . SHE made a big thing of hugging me & wishing me well but I just wanted OUT. We travelled back to SE London & was greeted by my Mum & my was I hugged & kissed. Sometime later i remember wanting the loo & going to the outside lavvy. Guess i was out there a time & Mum came to see if I was OK . she opened the door just as i was pulling up my knicks & asked if i was OK . then she grabbed me close & cried & told me how much she loved me & how glad she was i was HOME. I went away the baby aged two & half & came home finally aged nearly nine &&& there were three more kids that had been born . My youngest bro was 4 months. My Mum passed in 1980 just 9 days after my grandson was born Shirley

My Mum died two years ago aged 95yrs,while in her 90's she decided to do a computer course,which she passed even though she hadnt got a computer to practise on.

My Mum-Thelma. I remember being pregnant with my daughter Amy(10 this year) I got chicken pox late on in pregnancy and she put calamine lotion over my spots and my pregnant tummy. She always came round, did my ironing and brought cream cakes on Fridays, she went home one Friday, and I never saw her again. She died of a brain Hemmorage, and never saw her grand daughter. That will be 10 years this year. Lovely memories of a wonderful mum. catherine xxxxxx