In Memoriam for John William (Biddy) BRIDSON

My mind
clings to your
memory like
the tides to the moon.
Love you so much and miss you so much!

Thinking of those we have lost who will be spending this Easter with the angels.
We love you,
We miss you so much.

How much do I adore you?
I'll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
How many times in a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?
How far would I travel just to be where you are?
How far is the journey from here to a star?
And if I ever lost you how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?

Whenever I express my feelings, I end up being blamed. When I address an issue that’s bothering me, I suddenly become the problem, leading to arguments where I come across as the bad person. Yet if I stop talking and stop caring, I’m still at fault. It seems like it’s better to stay silent with the angels than being on my own.
All my love

If I only had five minutes, the day you passed away.
I would have had time to tell you,
all the things I needed to say.
I never got to tell you, how much you mean to me.
Or that you was the best, that anyone could be.
The last time I talked to you, I wish I would have known.
I would have said I love you, and kept you on the phone.
IF I ONLY HAD FIVE MINUTES,
THE DAY YOU PASSED AWAY..
I’d hold on to you with real tight hugs, I wouldn’t want you to go.
I would tell you that I'll miss you, more than you'll ever know.
Now the Angels have called upon you, it's time to get your wings. To leave this life behind you and enjoy all heavens beautiful things.

Dad
Sometimes I wish
for you to come back,
but I don’t want you
to suffer again.
I know you are with me
and I will always
love and miss you
with all my heart.
Until we meet again

When I think of death, and of late the idea has come with alarming frequency, I seem at peace with the idea that a day will dawn when I will no longer be among those living in this valley of strange humours.
I can accept the idea of my own demise, but I am unable to accept the death of anyone else.
I find it impossible to let a friend or relative go into that country of no return.
Disbelief becomes my close companion, and anger follows in its wake.
I answer the heroic question ‘death, where is thy sting?’ with ‘it is here in my heart and mind and memories.’
Always remembered ❤️

Two souls fractured by life’s cruel circumstances, Destined never to meet.
Overcome all obstacles of time and misfortune, To briefly join on love’s winding street.
Oh sweet love; So powerful, so true. Happiness unbounded. One soul joined from two.
We revelled in the passion, Trying to escape the reality. True love warring true life, Time leading to love’s finality.
Always

When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure that we always hold and remember and keep in our hearts.❤️