| Location | Oldham |
| Age | 25 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 05/01/1981 |
| Date of Death | 08/09/2006 |
| Visitors | 5,664 since 03/11/2006 |
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Our darling Gareth most precious son of Dave and Sharon. Beloved brother to Samantha and Amy.
Gareth suffered for 2 years from a cruel brain tumour ( glioblastoma)
After 2 brain opps and endless treatments the cancer got to him in the end.
Gareth worked with his dad as a painter and decorator, he was a fun loving party annimal and a huge
Madonna fan, he really was beautiful inside and outside.
When Gareth knew he wasnt going to get better he planned his own funeral with so much bravery and
courage beyond belief, everything had to be perfect, typical of Gareth he was a perfectionist,
He was to see his beloved Madonna in Cardiff on July 30th 06,
At this time he couldnt walk and the 4 hour journey there seemed immpossible but Gareth being Gareth
was going, me and his Dad went for the weekend and against the odds stacked against us we got him
there he had to go in a wheelchair but he saw her for the last time.
It was after we got home that Gareth starting to get really ill.
The bravery and courage facing his own death was out of this world. but the pain we had to endure
watching our darling child go through this was unbearable.
Gareth lost his battle on 8 sept 06 at home surounded by his loving family
he passed away so peacefully, watching my brave Gareth take his last breath was heartbreaking.
The picture of Gareth in his cowboy hat was taken 2 years before he died at a Madonna concert.If you
go on his photo gallery the picture with his thumbs up was on his way to his last madonna
concert.Music playing Madonna-------- LITTLE STAR.
FOREVER YOUNG, ETERNALLY BEUATIFULL NO MORE PAIN MY SON XXXX
MY DARLING GARETH
A Glimpse
Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse
of you standing just close by
I turn and see that you're not there
at the corner of my eye.
I want so much to turn around
and see you standing there,
for you to stay and let me touch
your hands, your face, your hair.
I long to hear you call me Mum
in your beloved voice.
I want you so to stay with me
but I know you have no choice.
So I'll keep on trying to catch a glimpse
when you're just beyond my sight
I feel you there, I know it's true,
and not a trick of the light.
I know one day there'll come a time,
when there'll be no doubt I'm sure.
I'll find you there with arms outstretched
and be home with you once more
My Darling Garethxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
to my beautiful brother, thinking of you all the time Gareth, missin you more than ever.
love you always and forever xxxx
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.
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SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE XXXX
Hi sweetie the sun is shining and your not here to enjoy it.
Your beloved MADGE got a new C.D comin out soon im going to buy it and play it, MADGE will be played in our house in memories of when you used to play her music FULL BLAST.
I miss those days Son but most of all I miss you and your caring, sense of humour. I miss all of you.
Please be safe darling till we meet again my Darling Gareth. Dance in your dreams love always and forever xxxxxxxxxxxx
Easter without you again......
Hi Sunshine, Hope you are ok my Darlin Gareth, My love and yearning for you to come back home grows more and more each passing day without you in my life.
My heart will never mend.
My love to you I send,
To you my darling Son,
Who fought the battle to the very end.
FOREVER YOUNG ETERNALLY BEAUTIFUL DANCING IN YOUR DREAMS. XXXX
hello sunshine
good evenin babes ...sorry not been on for while...
hope you still dancin on in ur dreams...shine down on ur mum and dad and sam and amy...and also granny dot..
love and miss ya ma boy xxxx
♥ღ♥ Gone Only To Others by Ann Holloway ♥ღ♥
Others, who do not know,
Tiptoe around your name
Unaware that your name is silently
Written on my heart, my soul, my life
And inwardly I cry out to hear it spoken.
Others who do not know
Think of you as only in the past
And believe
That you only exist in my past too
Not understanding that you are
Past, Present, Future.
Others, who do not know,
Feel you as gone,
And fail to see the reality of you
Never being ‘truly’ gone from me.
The empty void of your absence
Is filled with your presence,
Your life will forever weave through mine
The divine bond cannot be severed.
Others who do not know,
Mistakenly may think that my love has been
Weakened by separation,
Feelings ceased,
Not so.
Entwined and strengthened
My love for you lives on
And has not died with death.
But you know all this,
If only others knew.
Thinking of you on Mothers Day.XXX
God bless the grieving mother...
In January as the snow flakes fall...
And as a new year dawns...
For her memories will comfort her...
Through winter, spring, summer, and fall.
God bless the grieving mother...
In February during the month of love...
She sends her hugs..on the wings of a dove...
And her kisses are blown to the moon above.
God bless the grieving mother...
In March and on St Patricks Day...
A beautiful rainbow...a symbol of hope...
Which colours her world..in a magical way.
God bless the grieving mother...
On Easter In April as she stops to pray...
Thanking God for the gift of everlasting life...
Knowing she will be reunited someday.
God bless the grieving mother...
On Mothers Day and thru the month of May...
Whose memories are like threads of gold...
For they will never tarnish....or go away.
God bless the Grieving mother...
In June as her tears fall like the rain...
Please comfort her...and give her strength
and peaceful days to help ease the pain.
God bless the grieving mother...
In July as the fireworks light up the sky afar...
Just like her memories light up her heart...
And she wishes upon an evening star.
God bless the grieving mother...
In August...as the sun shines through...
Who's life moves on...thru ups and downs..
Whose heart is so tender and true.
God bless the grieving mother...
In September as the leaves turn and fall...
Her childs life forever etched in her heart..
Her childs name entered on the memorial wall.
God bless the grieving mother...
In October...with the harvest colours all around....
Please guide her on her journey of grief...
and keep her safe and sound.
God bless the grieving mother...
In November...a time to give thanks and pray...
Who is so thankful for each precious memory..
But wishes with all her heart...just for one more day
God bless the grieving mother...
In December as Christmas nears...
Please bless her with the gift of peace...
And many great friends to help dry her tears.
God bless the grieving mother...
Each day throughout the year...
As seasons come and go...
And time unfolds...
Day by day...
Month by month...
Year by year...
and especially today...on this Mother's day.
A Mother’s Day Wish From Heaven
Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing to you from heaven, and though it must appear
A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit, your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother, as this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake I thought, every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card, from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she’s cried.
I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
that though I live in heaven now, I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me; we still share laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometimes far into the night
She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way, to remind her of her wondrous worth
She needs to be honored, and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you Mr. Hallmark, I know you’ll do your best
I have done all I can do; to you I’ll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her, how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.
~ by Jody Seilheimer ~
Another mothers day without you.
My precious Gareth,
another mothers day and you my child are not here with me.But i feel you with me all the time. iv got your last mothers day card stood up and it breaks my heart reading what you wrote, you knew then it was going to be your last mothers day with me, I am so proud of you my loving beautiful Son.
Dance in your sweet dreams darlin love you always and forever. xxxxx
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