| Location | Ipswich |
| Age | 9 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 14/08/1982 |
| Date of Death | 22/06/1992 |
| Visitors | 10,188 since 28/07/2007 |
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Leanne Marie Edwards our precious daughter and sister who was 9 years of age when she was taken on
22-06-1992. She was taken from us in a cruel accident, on her way home from the park she was run
down by a car on a zebra crossing and later that evening passed away. She lived her short life
enjoying it to the full, never knowing what she would do next, always a prank or a joke would not be
far from her mind,always smiling and laughing,her favourite singer was MC HAMMER. Her favourite song
plays on this site , it was also played at her funeral. She loved the wwf wrestling and playing with
her 5 brothers and sisters whom were all close in age , She liked to mother them all being the
eldest one. She will always be a great loss in my life, but i hold the special thought that one day
i will meet my special angel in heaven.FIND THE SOFTEST PILLOW LORD , FOR LEANNE TO LIE ON, GIVE HER
HUGS AND KISSES, AND TELL HER WHO THERE FROM.
Thinking of you always.XXX
When God calls little children
to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometime question
the wisdom of his love
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world,
seem wonderful and mild
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud,
before he can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so he takes but a few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still
somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be 'Goodbye.'
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
-Unknown
The Gift of Memory
One gift, above all others
God gives to us to treasure
One that knows no time, no place
And one gold cannot measure
The precious, poignant tender gift
Of Memory...that will keep
Of dear ones ever in our hearts
Although God gives them sleep
It brings back long remembered things
A song, a word, a smile
And the world's a better place
...because
We had them for awhile!
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ive been looking at the photos and that one when leanne has her snow suit on is so cute ,she has a little look of my girl who is 4,u have a beautiful daughter who is so bonny,love to u all,xxxxxx
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My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.
HI THANK YOU FOR YOUR MESSAGE ON JACKS SITE,ITS SO SO SAD THAT WE HAVE HAD TO ALL MEET UP UNDER THESE TRAGIC LOSSES.
IT WILL BE A YEAR FOR JACK ON THE 17 AUGUST AND I DONT KNOW HOW IVE COME THIS FAR AS THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH AND ILL ALWAYS ASK MYSELF WHY THIS HAD TO HAPPEN!!
LOVE TO YOU AND YOUR LOVELY FAMILY
KAREN XXXX
S.A.N.D.S hymn
Hymn Fleetingly known, yet ever remembered
to the tune 'Morning has Broken'
Fleetingly known, yet ever remembered
These are our children, now and always:
These whom we see not, we will forget not,
Morning and evenings, all of our days.
Lives that touched our lives, tenderly, briefly,
Now in the one light living always.
Named in our hearts now, safe from all harm now,
We will remember, all of our days.
As we recall them, silently name them,
Open our hearts, Lord, now and always:
Grant to us, grieving, love for the living:
Strength for each other, all of our days.
Safe in your peace, Lord, hold these our children,
Grace, light and laughter, grant them each day:
Cherish and hold them, till we may know them,
When to your glory we find our way.
Thinking of you.XXX
Ask My Mum How Is She
My Mum, she tells a lot of lies
She never did before.
From now until the day she dies.
She'll tell a whole lot more.
She used to tell the truth, a lot
But now it doesn't matter.
I died and went to heaven,
Her life is all a-shatter.
Ask my Mum how is she.
She'll say, 'Yes, I'm fine!'
She wants to beg 'Please help me.
I can't find that girl of mine!'
Ask my Mum, how is she,
She'll say, 'I'm alright.'
If that's the truth then tell me,
Why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mum, how is she,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice, you see,
Nor the strength to yell.
You think you know the feeling,
But this cannot be.
For even though you loved me,
You didn't love as much as she.
She will smile and tell you,
'It's o.k. God has a plan.'
But she will turn away and cry
'Cause she just can't understand.
Tell a joke and she will laugh,
But she is not o.k.
She wants to share the joke with me,
But it will not be today.
I watch from here, in Heaven.
Her distress disturbs my peace.
Will someone please take care of her,
And thus take care of me?
'Some day you will feel better.'
'Yes I will.' she lies.
She knows this will not happen,
Until the day she dies.
'I was so lucky!
I had her all those years!'
(They passed in a minute,
I shed so many tears.)
Ask my Mum how is she,
She'll say, 'Thank you. Good.'
She cannot tell you how she feels.
Oh, how I wish she could.
Ask my Mum how is she,
'I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping.'
For God's sake, Mum, just tell the truth
Just say your heart is broken.
Ask my Mum how is she,
'I'm well, I'm good. And you?'
I'll shake my head in Heaven.
It simply isn't true.
She'll love me all her life.
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask how is she,
She'll lie and say she's fine.
Her carnival is over.
She's stepped off the carousel.
But, to save you feeling badly,
She'll say, 'Thanks, all is well.'
My Mum, she's not gone mad, yet.
But, oh so very nearly.
Don't ask my Mum how is she,
Ask how is she, really.
I am here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you, don't listen.
Hug her, hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, 'You're lucky to get in here, Mum,
With all the lies you told!'
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