| Location | Plymouth Devon |
| Age | 12 years |
| Cause of Death | Cystic Fibrosis |
| Date of Birth | 9/1995 |
| Date of Death | 6/2008 |
| Visitors | 6,023 since 01/07/2008 |
| Creator |
Beki Lovell, a talented brave girl who achieved so much in her 12 years. Beki would always smile
and had she a gift for singing and dancing from a very young age, winning scholarships, + passing a
LAMDA Easter '08.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=uQpQlIlOKPY
Page has been taken over from Sam by Beki's mum for upkeep.
Beki sadly passed away after suffering from a Cystic Fibrosis lung infection; Beki also had CF
related liver disease and diabetes to contend with but she would never complain. Other factors
played a part in Beki passing so soon to do with a car accident but I am trying to make peace with
that.
I fondly remember Beki's courage, "The Show Must Go On" attitude at all times. If Beki had survived
I am sure she would of achieved her dream of being an actress and getting an agent, which was her
burning ambition.
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Read at Kierans Funeral
Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no tears in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – But not for long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – But let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to your friends that we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good works,
Miss me – But let me go.
Perhaps if we could see the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called from you and me,
We’d understand
Perhaps if we could hear the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve.
Perhaps if we could know the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
We’d wait content
Miss me – But let me go
GONE TOO SOON
THE WORDS FROM MICHAEL JACKSON'S SONG( GONE TOO SOON)
Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
Candles in the Night
Candles flame in darkness,
Flicker, steadily glow,
Bringing light from shadows
And help to soothe me so.
My daughter, like the candles,
Gave my life true light,
I use the candle's beacon
To connect us in the night.
As I light the candles,
My wish and my request
Is that she'll see my signal
And know my love's expressed.
As her light joins my lights,
Our worlds touch and flame.
As I snuff out the candles,
I softly say her name.
The Pit of Grief
The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.
The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.
Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.
Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.
Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.
My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.
Unknown Author
Message
When the child you have cherished is taken,
when the light of that promise is gone,
when the faith which sustained you is shaken,
and your days stumble painfully on,
When the sorrows of loss are unending
and your God seems forever away,
find the message your lost-one keeps sending:
words of loving and thanking and mending...
let your child shape the peace of your day.
♥
Sascha Wagner
WITH LOVE :)
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SWEETHEART.........
JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I WILL BE AWAY FOR 7 DAYS AS FROM TOMOROW.SO IM SENDING YOU ALL MY LOVE & LOTS LOTS MORE TO LAST YOU TILL I GET BACK :) X
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SATURDAY....BIG KISS
SUNDAY......BIG KISS
MONDAY......BIG KISS
TUESDAY.....BIG KISS
WEDNESDAY...BIG KISS
THURSDAY....BIG KISS
FRIDAY......BIG KISS
SATURDAY....BIG KISS
and just incase heheheheheh for sunday,,,BIG KISS
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SWEETDREAMS ALWAYS..I WILL MISS ALL MY ANGELS LOVE MARIA XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Precious Love
The agony is so great...
and yet I will stand it.
Had I not loved so very much...
I would not hurt so much.
But God knows I would not want to diminish
that precious love...
By one fraction of an ounce.
I will hurt...
And I will be grateful for that hurt
For it bears witness to the depth of my love.
And for that I will be eternally grateful.
♥
i to lost my son craig vicars of cystic fibrosis a horrible desease i know what you are going through my thougts are with you and anyone else who has lost anyone with this illness XXX
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