
| Location | West Coltness, Wishaw, Lanarkshire |
| Age | 38 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 18/04/1969 |
| Date of Death | 16/04/2008 |
| Visitors | 10,122 since 09/08/2008 |
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CHRIS NOW HAS HIS JUSTICE.
BOTH OF HIS KILLERS HAVE BEEN GIVEN LIFE SENTENCES, AND IT'S WHAT THEY DESERVE.
AFTER A JURY OF 15 TOOK LESS THAN 2 HOURS TO REACH A VERDICT, JUDGE RITA RAE QC TOLD DAVID HART:
"YOU HAVE BEEN CONVICTED OF A VERY BRUTAL AND CALLOUS CRIME. YOU AND YOUR MOTHER, WHO IS FORTUNATE
NOT TO BE IN THE DOCK WITH YOU, LEFT THIS POOR MAN LYING ON THE GROUND UNTIL THE EARLY MORNING, WHEN
IT WAS TOO LATE TO DO ANYTHING FOR HIM".
ON SENTENCING HIM, JUDGE RAE MADE THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT IN COURT:
"YOU WERE CONVICTED UNANIMOUSLY AFTER TRIAL OF A CHARGE OF THE MURDER OF CHRISTOPHER ROONEY. THE
EVIDENCE LED BEFORE THE JURY WOULD SUGGEST THAT THIS WAS A VERY BRUTAL AND CALLOUS ATTACK, ON A MAN
WHO APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN, TO ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, INCAPABLE OF DOING VERY MUCH, SINCE HE WAS
DRUNK.
THERE WAS NOTHING IN THE EVIDENCE TO SUGGEST THAT HE DID ANYTHING WHATSOEVER TO PROVOKE THIS ATTACK,
OR TO ATTRACT THE LEVEL OF VIOLENCE INFLICTED UPON HIM. THAT, HOWEVER, DID NOT PREVENT YOU AND YOUR
BROTHER INFLICTING APPALLING INJURIES ON HIM. BOTH OF YOU REPEATEDLY PUNCHED, KICKED AND STAMPED ON
MR ROONEY, AND THERE APPEARED TO BE TWO PARTS TO THE ASSAULT, SEPARATED BY A GAP WHERE EFFORTS WERE
MADE TO LET YOU CALM DOWN.
ACCORDING TO THE EVIDENCE YOU WERE THE MORE VIOLENT OF THE TWO ATTACKERS. THE POST MORTEM REPORT
IDENTIFIED 79 SEPARATE, RECENT INJURIES, MOST SERIOUS OF WHICH WERE THE HEAD INJURIES, LEADING TO A
SUBDURAL HAEMORRHAGE AND CONSEQUENT DAMAGE TO HIS BRAIN. NOT SATISFIED WITH THAT BRUTAL ATTACK, YOU
LEFT THE SERIOUSLY INJURED MR ROONEY LYING OUTSIDE, IN A GARDEN, IN THE COLD, WITHOUT ANY THOUGHT
FOR HIM. DURING THAT TIME, THE BLEEDING ROUND HIS BRAIN BUILT UP UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE TO SAVE HIM.
WHETHER HE COULD HAVE BEEN SAVED IF TAKEN TO HOSPITAL EARLIER, WE SHALL NEVER KNOW. HOWEVER, MR
ROONEY COULD BE HEARD MOANING AND IN OBVIOUS PAIN, WHILE YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS WATCHED TELEVISION AND
SLEPT.
IT IS TRUE THAT YOU CALLED THE AMBULANCE JUST BEFORE 7.30 IN THE MORNING, BUT THAT WAS HOURS LATER,
AND NO EFFORT APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN MADE TO ASSIST THE AUTHORITIES TO IDENTIFY HIM, AND HE DIED LATER
THAT MORNING IN HOSPITAL, ALONE, WITHOUT BEING IDENTIFIED.
FROM MY READING OF THE SOCIAL ENQUIRY REPORT, YOU SUGGEST YOU WERE UNAWARE OF THE SERIOUSNESS OF THE
DECEASED'S INJURIES, BUT THAT POSITION IS HARDLY CONSISTENT WITH YOU ASKING A WITNESS SOON AFTER THE
ASSAULT TO COME AND SEE IF HE WAS DEAD. YOU KNEW PERFECTLY WELL HE WAS BADLY INJURED. IN ADDITION,
DESPITE PROFESSING SOME REGRET FOR YOUR ACTIONS, YOU APPEAR TO BLAME OTHERS AND TO SOME EXTENT, THE
DECEASED. YOU NOW ACCEPT HOWEVER, THAT YOU ACTED WHILE OUT OF CONTROL, ALTHOUGH THAT APPEARS TO BE A
POSITION ONLY ADOPTED POST CONVICTION, AND WAS NOT REFLECTED IN THE CROSS EXAMINATION OF WITNESSES,
AS IT APPEARED YOU ONLY ACCEPTED ONE PUNCH, AND POSSIBLY ONE KICK. THAT DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE YOUR
POSITION NOW. I AM NOT CLEAR, THEREFORE, HOW GENUINE OR REAL YOUR EXPRESSIONS OF REGRET ARE, AND IF
YOU ARE INDEED SORRY FOR YOUR ACTIONS, RATHER THAN SIMPLY FOR THE PREDICAMENT WHICH YOU FIND
YOURSELF IN. ONE WOULD HAVE EXPECTED, IF GENUINELY REMORSEFUL, THAT REMORSE WOULD HAVE BEEN
EXPRESSED MUCH EARLIER, AND NOT APPARENTLY FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER CONVICTION.
AFTER THE CRIME YOU MADE EFFORTS TO DESTROY EVIDENCE, AND TO GET A WITNESS NOT TO TELL THE POLICE
THE TRUTH AND IMPLICATE YOU.
YOU HAVE A RECORD FOR CARRYING WEAPONS OR KNIVES AND YOUR LAST CONVICTION WAS ONE FOR ASSAULT.
ACCORDING TO THE SOCIAL ENQUIRY REPORT YOU HAVE A HISTORY OF ANTI-SOCIAL BEHAVIOUR, AND AT THE TIME
OF THIS CRIME YOU WERE WEARING A TAG UNDER A RESTRICTION OF LIBERTY ORDER. YOU WERE ALSO ON FOUR (4)
BAIL ORDERS AND DEFERRED SENTENCE, PRESUMABLY FOR GOOD BEHAVIOUR.
YOU MUST REALISE THAT IN RESPECT OF THE MURDER CHARGE, THERE IS ONLY ONE SENTENCE I CAN IMPOSE,
ALTHOUGH I REQUIRE TO MAKE AN ORDER SETTING WHAT IS CALLED A PUNISHMENT PART, THAT IS, THE MINIMUM
PERIOD OF TIME YOU REQUIRE TO SERVE IN PRISON, TO SATISFY THE REQUIREMENTS OF RETRIBUTION AND
DETERRENCE. THE EFFECT OF THIS WILL BE THAT YOU WILL NOT BE ELIGIBLE FOR PAROLE UNTIL THE PUNISHMENT
PART HAS EXPIRED. THEREAFTER, IT WILL BE FOR THE PAROLE BOARD AND PAROLE BOARD ALONE, TO CONSIDER
WHETHER YOU STILL PRESENT A RISK TO THE PUBLIC, OR WHETHER YOU CAN BE RELEASED ON A LIFE LICENCE
WITH APPROPRIATE CONDITIONS.
I DO HAVE REGARD TO ALL OF THE OTHER FACTORS ENUMERATED BY COUNSEL, AND REFERRED TO IN THE REPORTS.
I NOTE THAT YOU HAVE ONLY JUST TURNED 21. REFERENCE IS ALSO MADE, BOTH IN THE SOCIAL ENQUIRY REPORT
AND TO SOME EXTENT IN THE PLEA IN MITIGATION, TO THE CONSUMPTION BY YOU OF ALCOHOL, AND HOW THAT
MIGHT HAVE IMPACTED ON YOUR BEHAVIOUR, IN FAIRNESS, NOT AS MITIGATION. I REPEAT WHAT HAS BEEN SAID
ON NUMEROUS OCCASIONS IN THESE COURTS - THE EXCESSIVE USE OF ALCOHOL IS NOT AN EXCUSE, NOR CAN IT
EVER BE AN EXCUSE, FOR SUCH BRUTAL BEHAVIOUR.
LET ME WARN YOU THE PUNISHMENT PART WILL HAVE TO BE SIGNIFICANT TO REFLECT THE BRUTALITY OF THIS
ATTACK, AND ALL OF THE SURROUNDING CIRCUMSTANCES, SOME OF WHICH I HAVE MENTIONED THIS MORNING.
ON CHARGE 1. THE MURDER CHARGE. THE SENTENCE WILL BE IMPRISONMENT FOR LIFE, WITH A PUNISHMENT
PART OF 15 YEARS BACKDATED TO 21 APRIL 2008, WHEN YOU WERE FIRST REMANDED IN CUSTODY.
ON CHARGE 2. THE SENTENCE WILL BE TWO YEARS, WITH SIX MONTHS ATTRIBUTABLE TO THE BAIL
AGGRAVATIONS. THAT WILL BE SERVED CONCURRENTLY".
JUDGE RITA RAE GAVE A LENGTHY SPEECH ON WHAT SHE DESCRIBED AS A CALLOUS AND BRUTAL ATTACK ON A
DEFENCELESS, HARMLESS MAN. SHE ALSO STATED THAT THE KILLERS' MOTHER SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON TRIAL WITH
THEM, AS SHE KNEW CHRIS WAS LYING INJURED AND DID NOT SUMMON HELP FOR HIM. SHE REFUSED TO CALL FOR
AN AMBULANCE OR ANY FORM OF ASSISTANCE AS SHE DID NOT WANT THE POLICE AT HER DOOR!!!
CHRIS HAD BEEN KICKED, PUNCHED AND STAMPED ON, AND SUSTAINED A TOTAL OF 79 INJURIES.
CHRIS WAS LEFT, STRIPPED TO HIS UNDERCLOTHES, IN THEIR GARDEN FOR APPROX 8 HOURS, ON WHAT WAS A VERY
COLD NIGHT. BY THE TIME HE WAS FOUND, THE BLEEDING TO HIS BRAIN HAD INCREASED TO THE POINT HE COULD
NOT BE SAVED. HE WAS ALSO HYPOTHERMIC, AND RIGID WITH THE COLD.
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◄███▓▒░░ XXX CHRIS MY FOREVER ANGEL XXX ░░▒▓███►
My thanks to ALL my GTS Friends, for all the Lovely Pictures, Candles, Tributes, Love and Support
they have given CHRIS and myself. I Totally Appreciate each and every minute you spend remembering
the Lovely Person who was CHRIS. I know he will be delighted by all of your love.
WALK ON MY BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, APPRECIATIVE, PROUD, LOVING AND LOYAL SON XXX
CHRIS ALWAYS held that head up high, and had every reason to. His was a PROUD and gorgeous head,
meant to be held up high. He was a very lovable, loyal and beautiful Son. For ME to have and
hold, hug and love. For ME to have given birth to such a gorgeous Boy was one day I will never
forget, MY Clever SON, MY Astronomer, MY Genius,
MY GOLDEN BOY CHILD.
CHRISTOPHER ANDREW ROONEY was born within 1½ hours of easy, too easy, labour, weighing 3.24 kilos,
(7lbs), in Motherwell Maternity Hospital on 18 April, 1969 at 7.20pm, under the expert guidance of
Dr J.F.Kerr Grieve, who was the best Gynaecologist/Obstetrician who ever lived.
Chris was unfortunately taken from us on 16 April 2008, two days before his 39th birthday.
He lies in His Coffin today and every day, wearing His favourite Celtic Top, the
European-Cup-Winner's one, from 1967!!! (Two years before He was born, He loved it)!!!!!!!! I
got it for the birthday He never got to celebrate. I am so glad I gave Him the presents early, so I
could see the look on His face when He saw that Celtic Top. He kissed me, hugged me, birled me
around the room and said it was the best present anybody had ever given Him. (Oh aye, what about
the Kawasaki then)?
Chris attended both St. Aidan's Primary & High Schools in Wishaw and was clever & intelligent.
CHRIS COULD READ AND WRITE SINCE HE WAS 3½ YEARS OLD! He sat with his Grannie on Sundays and read
the papers with, and to her, from such an early age! He loved the stories in the Sunday Post. (He
loved The Broons and Oor Wullie). Then they would watch Glen Michael's 'Cartoon Cavalcade'. They
were very close, and spent a lot of time together. He worshipped his Grannie, and the love was
mutual, she adored him.
Chris left the family home in 1989, aged 20, to make His own way in life, His mark on this world.
He worked in Medical Supply Companies, both in Britain and in Rotterdam, Nederland. Chris was
always a good, hard worker, and looked after Himself really well. He never knew what 'signing on'
was.
Chris got bored with life abroad, he missed his home and his Wee Mam, so he returned home to live
with me on January 28-08, after 6½ years in Rotterdam. He immediately secured employment in a
similar kind of company, (Haemonetics) in Bothwell, making Blood Transfusion Packs for Hospital and
Paramedic use.
Chris never married, although he was involved with both Pamela and Cath. He had no children to call
his own. His first son was adopted from birth in 1990, the baby he had with Pamela, named Craig,
born 4/11/90. No other details are known about Craig, although Chris tried for years to make contact
and find his son. Then his second baby boy, Nathan, was unfortunately stillborn in 1995. Chris was
totally heartbroken by losing both of his sons. Nathan's departure devastated him, and following
that his Grannie died in 1996. 13 months later his brother Ziggy died and since nothing could
console him, he decided to move away from his big heartbreak, he could not deal with it. He moved
to Rotterdam to try to re-build his life, away from all of the hurt. He worked in Sonocco Crellin BV
in R'Dam, and very soon became Team Leader of his group. First Operator, it's known as in S.C.BV.
Chris always got on very well with his Team, respecting them as they respected him. He treated
them as equals, and got the best results from them, maximum production and excellence of quality.
He said, "There is no I in team, Mam, they respect me, I respect them and it works just perfect.
If I see somebody struggling I dive in and give help and advice cos I want the best Team in the
Company".
When he got a life together, (apart from working), he kept in touch with me by email or mobile,
always telling me what he had been up to. He even got me a Popeye T-shirt from the Red Light
District of A'Dam, how's that for cheek!!! He could tell me anything he wanted to, (cos there's a
lot of water between me and R'Dam)! But I am his mam, his confidante. Chris had no secrets from me,
he didn't have to hide any of his life, I'm his mam and best pal.
His main hobbies were Astronomy, Photography, Cycling and Music. He could name every star, planet
and constellation in his Universe, (he named a star for our wee Nathan) and was an ardent fan of
every programme on tv dealing with his universe. He had 2 heroes, both Sir Patrick Moore and
Stephen Hawking. When he started on one of his 'tangents' he sounded like a cross between the two of
them!!! I always threatened to explain the intricacies of a cable knitting pattern if he didn't
shut his gob. He would ask "Do you ever look at the sky, Mam"?, and I'd say, "Of course I do, to
see if it's gonna rain or can I get a washing out". That really riled him and he'd go off on
another one. Oh, life was funny with my C around, he kept me alive.
Every day he went on 'google' to check each day's apod, which is Astronomy Picture Of the Day. I
now send him an apod every day, although I reckon he already sees it from his own, better, vantage
point!! That's just me, being attentive to what I know he loves, just me being his Mam.
I was not notified that Chris had been attacked, seriously injured and was DEAD until after he was
gone. I have never been allowed to say my Goodbye to him, never got saying the things in my heart,
for and to, my Chrisington my GOLDEN BOY, which as every mother knows, is the one thing we have left
to hold on to, IT'S THAT LAST MOMENT WE CHERISH.
I IDENTIFIED HIM VIA A VIDEO LINK at Glasgow City Mortuary. That was the last time I was allowed to
see him, not in the flesh that I gave birth to, just a monitor screen. That was the last I EVER saw
of him, his Coffin was closed and nobody was allowed to view him. Maybe that's a good thing, as he
had been so badly damaged the vision would have haunted me for the rest of my life.
BUT HOW IRONIC THAT POSSIBLY ONE OF THE TRANSFUSION PACKS WHICH HE PAID SUCH METICULOUS ATTENTION TO
ASSEMBLING WOULD POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN USED TO ATTEMPT TO SAVE HIS LIFE!!!
He had come home to start a new life, with a new job, and catch up with friends he hadn't seen for
6½ years and knowing him, he would have made lots more. (He kept in touch with many of them via
email).
He was only home for 11 weeks when he was taken from me and his loving family. 11 wonderful weeks I
will never ever forget.
WHY? we all ask? We all love and miss him so very much, it's a physical pain which is in my heart,
and in the hearts of his friends. They were all so close, as kids on the block, and adults, who
never, ever gave anybody any grief or upset. They lived for their BMX Team, that was all that
mattered to them.
Chris never left the house without a big hug, in case we never saw each other again. He was so
affectionate and loving, caring and considerate, to all the people in our lives, and we all loved
our boy.
When he lived in Rotterdam he sent me a wee package every month containing Belgian chocolates, and
all sorts of lovely things, Delft ornaments, tealight burners, all the best of stuff, hair dye cos
he said I looked like his Grannie at times, we got some laughs at that! I have a collection of
Delftware, all sent by Chris on his wee jaunts up to Delft. He sent me so many beautiful things,
and they are all cherished, beautiful, I cry when I look at them. The box I received last Christmas
was WOW! Loadsa lovely goodies, all specially chosen for his mam.
He did not deserve what happened to him, he was such a lovely person, he did not deserve to be taken
so soon. His death has left an empty space in my life which nothing and no-one can ever fill.
Chris was a really nice and special person. He cared about people, he went out of his way to help
anybody he thought was getting a raw deal and was in need of a wee boost of help.
One of his 'friends' in Rotterdam lost his job, so Chris put him up for a couple of weeks, sharing
ALL he had with him, his food, his money, his clothes. He came home from work one night to find his
lovely flat had been emptied of tv, video, Playstation, DVD, microwave, jeans, t-shirts etc, all the
items he had worked so hard to buy. He just shrugged and said "The guy musta needed them more than
I did, they're only material possessions, mam, I can replace them".
Chris was everything a mother could ever ask for, and his memory will never, ever fade for those of
us who loved him. He had friends in ALL corners of the world, and I have cards & letters from
America, Australia, Afghanistan & Holland, all telling me what a good friend Chris was, how loyal
and funny and 'pattered up' he was. He had really funny 'patter', and called me his Toblerone or
his Nugget! I never knew if it was a compliment, but went along with it to suit him, and I just
called him TOBLEROONEY to get him back! He had a habit of adding 'INGTON' to many words he said,
and that's where his nickname of CHRISINGTON came from. His BMX title was Chrisington, we all got
used to it.
He had so many friends through BMX, from Aberdeen to Southsea, everybody loved Chrisington. Many
of his friends from his youth, who were all in the BMX Competition Team called BSD FOREVER attended
his Requiem Mass in St. Aidan's RC Church, where Chris was an Altar Boy in his youth. Later, as his
Coffin was carried from Chapel, they formed a Guard of Honour to Love and Respect Chris. It was a
very sad day and I know the lads are all as devastated by his death as I am. The LADS cried,
burying their mate Chris. XXX Many of his friends turned up that day, and hugged me. A few of
them remarked that Chris was just the same as me, with a mad sense of humour.
Well, WHO raised him from a wee babby to the Maniac he was?
He is the first one to leave the Team, though NOT by choice. The lads are still gutted.
Chris was proud of the fact he was conceived in Newry, N. Ireland, (he was a honeymoon child) and
always had a love of Ireland, especially Co. Cork, where his name ROONEY originated from. We had
planned to go to Ireland this year (08) to visit the town of his conception and have a good time
together. He never got to visit the place of his conception, which will always hang heavy in my
heart.
He also loved going to Arran, where he and Cath spent happy holidays together for several years.
Perhaps our Angel Nathan would love being where his mum & dad were happy?
I will love and miss Chris till the day we meet again and get that big hug I've been so missing. We
were NOT ALLOWED to view him in his coffin, or say a proper goodbye, with hugs and kisses. That has
been so very hard to accept, after all he was a tremendous hugger!!!
Chris' brother Ziggy died in Jan 1998, (see also GTS sites for Ziggy McAllister, Ellen McAllister &
Nathan Reeve). They were my life, the best reason to be here. My boys were closer to me than my
own right kidney.
I have no choice other than to deal with what has happened to my boys.
THEY ARE DEARLY LOVED AND MISSED BY ALL WHO KNEW THEM WORLDWIDE.
☆•☆ A MESSAGE FROM YOUR ANGEL ☆•☆
♥ I'd Rather See You Smiling ♥
( Alan Pemberton)
You must not think that I have gone
Please don't grieve or pine
I'd rather see you smiling
Laughing - working - looking fine
Death is an exciting key
Which opens many doors
It leads us into other worlds
Quite similar to yours
Life is not an accident
Death is not the end
God designed a mystery
Life and death do blend
So do not think that I have gone
Please don't brood or pine
I'd rather see you smiling
Laughing - working - looking fine
☆•☆ A TENDER REPLY ☆•☆
♥ I Promise ♥
(Author Unknown)
I promise I won't cry forever
But I need to just today.
I promise I will remember
How to live and how to play.
I promise that I'll dry my tears
When the heartache goes away.
I promise that it won't take years
But I need another day.
I promise that I'll live my life
As you would want me to.
I promise when I'm facing strife
I'll face it straight and true.
I promise I will endeavour
To do the best I can each day.
I promise I won't cry forever
But I need to just today.
MOTHER AND CHILDS BOND
The Cord
We are connected, my child and I,
by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connected us 'till birth,
this cord can't be seen by anyone on earth.
This cord does its work, right from the start,
it bonds us together, attached at the heart.
I know that its there though no one can see,
the invisible cord, from my child to me.
The strength of this cord, it's hard to describe.
it can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord, man could create,
it withstands the tests, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, not here with me,
the cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised....I am sore,
but this cord is my lifeline, as never before.
I am thankful that God connected this way,
a mother and a child, death can't take it away!
All my Love. Have a wonderful weekend. Love Gloria Anthony's Mom xoxo
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The years will fall like autumn leaves upon his memory.
The touch of Time will ease the heartache, gently, tenderly...
It cannot always be like this; the agony will cease.
And I, resigned, shall find at last - my healing and my peace.
There comes a time when grief must end and sorrow pass away.
Never will he be forgotten - but there'll come a day -
when I shall remember him without a stab of pain -
happy in the secret knowledge that we'll meet again.
(Patience Strong)
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CHRISTOPHER
This day will be a celebration
of the short time you were here.
You will always be remembered
with great love and many tears.
But to only feel pain and sorrow
would not be fair to you.
Your life meant so much more to us,
more than words could say.
You were here so briefly,
I wonder if you knew
all the ways you’ve touched
our world and our hearts
and everyone who knew you
since the day God called you home.
Now my child, you’re an angel
with your heavenly Father above,
we see not only what we’ve lost
but our capacity of love.
There will always be a big void
in our life and a hole in our
hearts that will never heal.
Our souls will grieve forever.
Will we forget or stop loving you?
No! Not now…not ever.
As this day is upon us,
oh, how our hearts still hurt.
But even as I mourn your death,
we will always celebrate your birth.
It was the happiest day of our lives.
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All my Love Gloria Anthony's Mom
Have a nice weekend xoxo
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WE MISS YOU
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If luck was a raindrop
I'd send you a shower,
If hope is a minute
I'd send you an hour,
If happiness is a leaf
I'd give you a tree,
And if you need a friend
You will always have me.
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This morning when I wakened
And saw the sun above,
I Softly said, “Good Morning Lord,
...Bless everyone I love!”
Right away I thought of you
And said a loving prayer
That He would bless you specially
And keep you free from care!
I thought of all the happiness
A day could hold in store;
I wished it all for you because
No one deserves it more!
I felt so warm and good inside
My heart was all aglow---
I know God heard my prayer for you
---He hears them all you know!
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We had so little time to share,
Too soon, I had to leave.
I know how much you love me,
I know how much you grieve.
I know how sharp your pain is,
I feel the aching in your hearts.
My life so quickly ended
Before it barely had a start.
I remember how you held me,
And kissed my face and hands,
You cuddled me so gently;
But, God had other plans.
I was your perfect angel,
From God you knew I came,
Suddenly he called me home again,
And now God holds my hand.
I know you’ll always miss me,
I understand your pain is hard to bear.
Just remember that I’m in heaven
And we’ll see each other there.
So smile when you think of me
And wipe away all of your tears
I’m cuddled now in heaven
By our family members here.
I’m waiting here in heaven,
And on the day we meet again.
I’ll be the first to smile and greet you,
When God calls you home.
Thoughts Today, Memories Forever
Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum
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♥═══♥ Life is a Journey ♥═══♥
Birth is a beginning
and death a destination
And life is a journey:
From childhood to maturity
and youth to age;
From innocence to awareness
and ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to desecration
and then perhaps to wisdom.
From weakness to strength or
from strength to weakness
and often back again;
From health to sickness
and we pray to health again.
From offence to forgiveness
from loneliness to love
from joy to gratitude
from pain to compassion
from grief to understanding
from fear to faith.
From defeat to defeat to defeat
until looking backwards or ahead
We see that victory lies not
at some high point along the way
but in having made the journey
step by step
a sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning
and death a destination
And life is a journey;
A sacred journey to life everlasting.
(Author Unknown)
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YOU CANNOT MEND A BROKEN HEART......
LOVE IS SO DEEP TENDER AND PURE
FOR A BROKEN HEART THERE IS NO CURE
NO-ONE CAN MEND IT NO MATTER HOW HARD THEY TRY
I WILL NEVER STOP UNTIL THE DAY I DIE
FOR A BROKEN HEART IS THE END OF LOVE FOR ME
I CANNOT GIVE MY LOVE TO ANYONE ONE ELSE FOR FREE
I CANNOT PRETEND TO ANYONE AT ALL
NOT UNTIL I HEAR MY ANGELS CALL
THEN AT LAST I WILL BE FREE FROM PAIN
FREE TO SHOW MY LOVE ONCE AGAIN
FOR THIS BROKEN HEART CAN NEVER HEAL
I CANNOT HELP OR STOP THE WAY I FEEL.......
copyright Rosalind Roberts
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Rest your weary head and drift off into dreams,
Frolic in the sunshine and bathe in God's moonbeams.
Use the stars as stepping-stones to take you to your peace,
The pain of life forgotten now you have found release.
Without rain a flower folds, the petals drop and die,
There was no way to save you, you couldn't even cry.
So we cry all the tears instead as we must let you go
To Heaven, and God's garden to blossom and to grow.
The little seed is planted, you'll be watered every day,
The angels will tend all your needs as in their arms you lay.
Your life will be amazing now and full of wondrous things,
Rest in peace, our dear, sweet Chris, go fly on angels wings.
(Author unknown)
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12TH MAY 2009
♥ A Shade of Sadness. ♥
In comes the darkness to my soul
even as I sit in the early morning sun,
the distant sounds of the living
seem far removed from the fogginess of my mind.
♥
In the stillness of the house
which seems quieter than quiet,
time seems to pass too slowly.
♥
A feeling of being outside myself
looking back into an empty shell
of the person I used to be.
♥
I cry for my former self.
That person I once liked and enjoyed.
She is gone.
A loss within a loss, within a loss.
♥
A heaviness in my heart,
the weight of a million tears.
Drowning my emotions,
mixing and swirling in a pool of despair.
Ugly hateful despair.
♥
A sadness so deep and heavy
leaving the body tired and used,
I feel I could sleep,
sleep for a thousand years and never wake up.
♥
A thousand years will not change a thing.
You would still not be here.
What to believe, I don't know.
I just don't know. My soul is lost.
♥
I know not which way to turn.
Where to look,
♥
I feel helpless,
helpless to help my self,
annoyed with the daily things of life I must do.
♥
I don't care, not anymore.
The world could fall upon it's knees
it would not matter,
I am too shrouded in the darkness of my world
that spins ever out of control,
directing my emotions
with no warning as to what feelings
will be brought upon me next.
♥
There is guilt, another weight to bear.
Those who are with me, who I love and love me,
they need me, but I am not ready.
I hold them back at arms length,
I am not ready,
their demands draw on what strength I have left.
For that I am sorry,
but I cannot help bringing on the emotional distance.
There is a need to protect myself,
but from what I am not sure.
♥
There is anger.
Anger that occasionally swells within me.
There is no direction into which to fling this anger.
It is a new and different type of anger
not one I am familiar with and it disturbs me.
It makes me afraid.
♥
I try to be strong. For you, and only you.
I try to think what you would have me do.
♥
I know you would want me to live my life.
To continue on. It is not an easy task, not at all.
♥
Some days I can go out
and meet the world with vigor and say I do this for you.
♥
Some days I must crawl into my shell
and hide from the world that has been so cruel to me.
I am trying.
♥
The days are filled with thoughts of you,
and should I find myself not thinking of you,
I gasp for fear that I am forgetting you.
♥
I have learned to value life, you have taught me this.
To see the beauty in each day given to me,
even through this veil of sad darkness.
I know it is there waiting for me.
♥
Someday the sadness will lift
and I will only think of you
with a smile and warmness in my heart.
My love for you will always be there
that shall never pass
and I hope somehow you know this too.
♥
Your memory is only a heartbeat away.
I shall always love,
I shall always long for you,
I shall always wish to have you back.
And I shall live -- if only for you.
♥
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♥ LOVE JUDE. X X.
♥ By Donna Mae Scuncio. ♥





















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