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In
Memory of Brian Alexander Monk (BamBam)
Who Was Called Into God's Garden on 7th July 2004
Aged 51 Years.
May He
Rest In Peace
Just Over The Bridge
Just
over the bridge that's where you are,
Just over the bridge but it's oh so very far,
In another world with no stress and no pain,
It's where you are waiting, till we meet again.
Three
years have passed since God called you
home,
And I'm still sitting here...all
alone,
Alone with my memories...oh happy they
are..
But what else could they be? You were
my shining star.
Nobody's perfect...or so 'they' say,
But 'they' never met you...did 'they'?
There was nothing to fault, in what
you said or you did,
No little niggle that you carefully
hid.
Kind
by default, honest and true,
Loving and caring all applied to you.
Amazingly funny...with a gorgeous
smile,
So very down to earth, that was your
style.
Everyone loved you...you got into
their heart,
From their very first meeting...right
from the start.
Only one person didn't like what they
saw,
You couldn't see any assets for anyone
to adore.
You
wanted to be...just like your
brothers,
To be handsome and funny...just like
the others.
You were blind to the fact you were
better than they,
And I wouldn't have wanted you any
other way.
You
were handsome my love...beautiful I'd say,
And I told you these facts every single day.
You just needed someone to tell you what everyone knew,
You were beautiful on the inside...but the outside too.
I feel honoured that you loved me and
you let me love you,
It's a love that will stay with
me...my whole life through.
I feel you around me throughout the
day,
And I'll be with you again...when God
shows me the way.
Pebbles
©
June 2007
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A letter to
BamBam in Heaven
My Dear BamBam...my Brian...my hunk Mr.
Monk...
I
miss you so much. I know you are always here with me just as
you said you always would be, but it's not the same..
Please don't be angry when I cry...please don't be upset
when I cry...I can't help it. You never hid any feelings
from me...you laughed...you cried...I was the the only one
to see you cry and to lick away your tears...just as you did
mine...but now I cry alone. I'm strong...I know that...you
tried to drum that into me so many times...and I did believe
you...I still do...but there are times when it is so very
hard...birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas...my strength
dwindles as these special days draw near. Tomorrow when your
anniversary of going into God's garden is over, I'll be
strong again my love...strong for you...and strong for me.
I don't have anywhere to visit on days like this...no
headstone...no plaque at the crematorium. All I know is you
are in the crematorium...even if I was to go there...I
wouldn't know where to look to find you. Yes...I
know...you'd tell me where...but I can't go there as we both
know...I have to keep my distance...that is why I write
these poems and make these special pages for you at special
times.
I
know you'll like the music I chose for this page,
Albatross...it holds a lot of meaning for both of us...from
when we were kids...and it was played at your funeral. I
hate that word 'funeral'...it sounds so final.
I'll always do this for you my baby...because...as we both
told each other every single day.......
I
LOVE YOU HUGE!!!!!!!
Until we meet again some day my Honeyplum...
All
my love and kisses...
Your
Pebbles....your Daralyn
x x x
x x x x x x x x x xx
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You were 11 and I was
12, one glance at
each other and that was it . . .
we were hooked on each other
for a lifetime. . .
this picture could be us my
baby, couldn't it?
Regents Park,
August 2001.
Our first meeting after 26 years...this was us
my baby wasn't it? How long did we stay like that?
20 minutes at least. Kneeling on the picnic blanket
after the best picnic we've ever had in our lives!
We didn't care what people thought.
We wanted to stay like that forever.
I found this picture this morning...it could
easily have had our names on it!
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For it was not into my ear
you whispered,
But into my Heart,
It was not my lips you kissed,
But my Soul
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Now I Am In Heaven
Throughout
my sleep
When the
night is dark,
I hear the
softest whisper,
The merest
of sounds,
That rise up
to me,
If I look
close,
I see the
shadows,
The glimpse
of paradise,
The breath I
feel, dancing off my skin,
Is the
softest flutter of wings,
I feel I am
loved,
And know
only joy,
I'm in the
company of angels,
Now I'm in
Heaven.
©
Lyn Rennick (aka Pebbles)
2007
All Rights Reserved
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