| Location | Beckenham |
| Age | 24 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 31/07/1981 |
| Date of Death | 16/06/2006 |
| Visitors | 20,770 since 07/02/2007 |
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PLEASE READ.....I WILL BE OF LINE FOR A WHILE>>LOTS OF LOVE TO YOUR ANGELS AND TO ALL MY GTS
FRIENDS>XXX
STUART WE ALL LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH.
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Precious son of Yvonne & Roger
Much loved brother of Colene & Karen
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Our hearts are full of love for the Son
We'll always treasure
We grieve not only his passing
but the years we will not share with him.
We will not let your passing
To become more inportant than your life.
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Stuart was born on the 31st July 1981.Stuart grew up in Beckenham where until recently he lived
with his mum and dad Yvonne and Roger. Stuart had worked as a roofer,but was out of work when he
was killed in a tragic road accident on the 16th June 2006. Stuart had gone out for a drink with two
of his closest friends,but had left them to make his way home. Stuart was on his own when he was hit
by a car, there is no blame on the driver it was a tragic accident.
Stuart has two sisters Colene and Karen and three nephews and one niece, Alex Kieran Katie And
Jack. He thought the world of them all.
Stuart was a very kind hearted person,he didn\'t have much but what he had he would always share.
Stuart thought the world of his friends and would always refer to them as his Bros.
Stuart got on with everybody he was a very friendly out going person.
He loved children and they all loved him,they just seemed to take to him.
There are times he made us laugh and times he made us cry but we are so proud he was our son and we
are so glad he was given to us even if it was for a short while.
Stuart was a very special person and losing him has left a pain in our hearts and a great gape in
our lifes which can never be filled until the time comes for us to be reunited with him.. Words
cannot spell out how much we love and miss you Stuart, the tears keep falling and the pain won\'tgo
away. .. If we could take your place we wouldn\'t hesitate.
xxxxxx WE LOVE AND MISS YOU SO VERY MUCH xxxxxx
IN LOVING MEMORY
OF OUR PRECIOUS SON
Something will remind us
We never know just when
It might be something someone says
and it all comes back again.
The times we spent together
The happiness, the fun,
Once again we feel the pain
Of life without our SON.
It says that times a healer
i\'m not sure this is true,
there\'s not a day goes by SON
That we don\'t t cry for you.
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Thank you to everyone who has looked at Stuarts site and for adding a tribute or lighting a
candle. We thank you all for your continuous support.
The story of the Four Candles.
The Four Candles burned slowly.
Their ambiance was so soft you could hear them speak...
The first candle said, 'I Am Peace, but these days, nobody wants to keep me lit.'
Then Peace's flame slowly diminished and went out completely.
The second candle said, 'I Am Faith, but these days, I am no longer indispensable.'
Then Faith's flame slowly diminished and went out completely.
Sadly the third candle spoke, 'I Am Love and I haven't the strength to stay lit any longer.'
'People put me aside and don't understand my importance.
They even forget to love those who are nearest to them.'
And waiting no longer, Love went out completely.
Suddenly...
A child entered the room and saw the three candles no longer burning.
The child began to cry,
'Why are you not burning? You are supposed to stay lit until the end.'
Then the Fourth Candle spoke gently to the little boy,
'Don't be afraid, for I Am Hope, and while I still burn,
we can re-light the other candles.'
With shining eyes, the child took the Candle of Hope
and lit the other three candles.
Never let the Flame of Hope go out.
With Hope in your life, no matter how bad things may be,
Peace, Faith and Love may shine brightly once again.
Author Unknown
From Your Angel In Heaven.
I see tears fall down your face
When your thoughts have turned to me.
Just know that I’m in heaven,
With my Lord, who’s set me free.
No pain or sadness do I feel,
For God is by my side.
The beauty here in Heaven
Is now where I reside.
I know it’s hard for you to cope
For you can’t feel my touch.
But every moment, I can see
And love you very much.
When you are at your lowest
And feel you can’t go on,
Look towards the heavens
The light will be turned on.
Talk to me, just like you did
On earth when I was there.
You see, I’m not so far away …
Only as far as a prayer.
And when it’s time for you to join
Me up in Heaven above.
It’s then that you will realize,
The Golden Place of love.
For here there is no sadness,
Just everlasting light.
Someday we will be joined again,
When it’s time to take your flight.
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
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''i MET U AS A STRANGER
TOOK U AS A FRIEND.
I HOPE WE MEET IN HEAVEN WHERE FRIENDSHIP NEVER ENDS.
what a lovely site
didn't no you stuart but your site is lovely your family and friends miss you so much so look doen and keep them all safe rest in peace with my one and only brother carl who passed away a few weeks ago god bless you all xxx
Always with you xxx
As The Sun Came Up This Morning
I Watched You There Below
Your Hearts Seemed Oh So Heavy
But There’s Something You Should Know
I’m Not Gone Don’t Worry
I’m Just A Step Ahead
And I’m With You Every Single Day
As You Rise Up From Your Bed
I Am The Sun That Warms You
I Am The Moon’s Soft Glow
I Am The Stars That Twinkle
And Light Your Path Below
So When At Times You Miss Me
Just Look For Me I’m There
For You Cannot Hide My Spirit
It Is With You Everywhere.
For Yvonne xx
We'll Never Say Goodbye
I cannot see you with my eyes
Or hear you with my ears.
But thoughts of you are with me still
And often dry my tears.
You whisper in the rustling leaves
That linger in the fall;
And in the gentle evening breeze,
I’m sure I hear you call.
A part of you remains with me
That none can take away.
It gives me strength to carry on
At dawning of new day.
I think of happy times we shared
And then I softly sigh.
But this I know -- we’ll meet again
And never say goodbye.
Larry Howland
A child loaned
'I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine,' He said,
'For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief.'
'I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over,
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again?'
I fancied that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.'
Angels in my heart
When I have no one to turn to
and I’m feeling kind of low
When there’s no one here to talk to
and nowhere I want to go
I search deep down within myself
It is the love inside the heart
that let’s me know my Angels are there
Even though we are miles apart
A smile then appears upon my face
and the sun begins to shine
I hear a voice, so soft and sweet,
saying, “everything will be just fine”
It may seem that I am alone,
but I am never by myself at all
Whenever I need my Angels near
All I have to do is call
An Angels love is always true,
on that you can depend
He will always stand beside you
and will always be your friend
Thank you
To Yvonne have a lovely nite,love Brenda.XX
Thank you for all you have done,
you did'nt have to do it,
Im glad someone like you
could help me get through it.
I'll always think of you,
with a glad and grateful heart,
you are someone special
i knew it from the start.
Nite & god bless,have a lovely nite.xxx
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR
It looked like an ordinary, wooden door,
unique only in the fact that it had no knob.
As I saw him walking toward it,
my hands turned clammy with fear.
He must have seen the shadow across the door,
but carried on, undaunted.
Looking back over his shoulder,
he tossed me a small, wistful smile.
It was hauntingly familiar, that smile,
and strongly reminded me of another time
and another door. . . . . .
It was his first day of school,
and he had been childishly insistent
that I stay outside the classroom door.
I tried to argue, but he was firm:
'Go back, mummy,' he said,
'you cannot come with me.
I'm a big boy now,
and I'm going to be just fine.'
He was only five,
but so fiercely independent.
Much too young to leave me, of course,
but I had to let him go.
As I stole a last, brief hug,
he smiled at me;
a brave, wistful smile
that tugged at my heartstrings.
A moment later,
the door swung shut behind him.
Against my better judgment,
I groped for the doorknob.
There was none.
It must be on the other side.
To discourage overprotective
mothers from following,
I thought wryly to myself.
Standing hesitantly before the door,
my eyes were suddenly drawn to the tiny,
rectangular window near the top.
How could I have missed it?
Cupping my eye with a trembling hand,
I peered in.
It was a delightful room!
Large, colorful, animal and
bird posters lined the walls.
The desks were shiny, blonde pine,
and blue nap mats were scattered
across the floor.
In a far corner of the room,
open cupboards were laden
with blocks and toys.
Along another wall,
sturdy oak shelves groaned
beneath their burden of
brightly colored children's books.
My heart lightened.
I knew my child could be happy in that room.
To reassure myself,
I shifted my eye a fraction of an inch
to expand my vision.
There he was, his little hand
firmly clasped in his teachers hand.
She steered him toward a group
of noisy, laughing children,
and as I caught a glimpse
of his eager, animated face,
I knew he was going to be fine;
just as he had said.
In time, he would undoubtedly
welcome me to his classroom,
eager to show off his new friends and
share his newfound wisdom and knowledge.
In good time.
I could wait . . . now that I knew he was happy!
And now, another door without a knob.
Far more terrifying!
The wistful smile lingered in the air
as he walked through the door and out of sight.
It swung shut behind him with a final, dull thud.
He was only fifteen;
much too young to leave me, of course.
I lunged at the door, but it wouldn't budge.
I frantically groped for the knob;
then remembered there was none.
I was momentarily stunned,
but anger soon came to my rescue.
I began to hammer at the door with my fists.
The knob must be on the other side;
Someone was bound to hear me.
Nobody would keep me from my son.
Nobody.
In what seemed like another lifetime,
I had read King David's chant in the Old Testament:
'I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.'
David had deeply mourned the loss of his child,
but took great comfort in the fact that
one day they would be together again.
I could not exist on this side of the door
if my child was on the other side;
therefore, I would go to him!
I would hammer my way in.
Bargain my way in.
Weep my way in. Whatever it took.
My knuckles became raw with effort,
but I welcomed the pain.
It was nothing compared to the pain I felt inside.
I would break down this door
if it took my last ounce of strength.
I continued to pound, to bargain,
to weep without response.
All too soon, I found myself
slumped against the door,
physically and emotionally spent.
Wearily, I examined every inch of the door.
It was still impenetrable,
but in my anguish, I had overlooked the tiny,
rectangular window near the top.
Or, perhaps it hadn't been there before?
Whoever had created the door
was surely capable of adding a window
whenever He thought the time was right.
I straightened up,
and peered through the thick, opaque glass.
If it had been any thinner or clearer,
the light from within would surely have blinded me.
As my eyes adjusted, I gaped in wonder.
Golden sunlight rippled through a meadow
of waving, blue flowers, like the
shimmering ebb and flow of ocean waves.
Walking toward me
without crushing a single petal
were two men dressed in white.
It wasn't difficult to ascertain
the identity of the One;
His entire Being was encompassed
in brilliant, white light.
Neither was it difficult to ascertain
the identity of the other,
for I would recognize my son anywhere.
But, oh! He was so changed.
Always handsome, he was now radiant; dazzling.
His eyes, almost as vividly blue
as the flowers beneath his feet,
brimmed with love and compassion.
Stretching out his fingers
as though to brush away my tears,
he spoke with infinite tenderness:
'Go back, mum,' he said gently,
'you can't come with me.
I'm a big boy now,
and I'm going to be just fine.'
He turned away and firmly clasped the hand
of his beloved new Teacher.
Together, they disappeared
into the glorious, blue meadow.
I felt an indescribable peace
descend upon my heart.
I knew my child could be happy
in that place.
In time, he would undoubtedly
welcome me to his kingdom,
eager to show off his new friends and
share his newfound wisdom and knowledge.
When the door without the knob
would open for me.
In Gods time.
I could wait. . . now that I knew he was happy!
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