| Location | Livingston |
| Age | 22 years |
| Cause of Death | Motorbike Accident |
| Date of Birth | 28/09/1983 |
| Date of Death | 22/09/2006 |
| Visitors | 7,980 since 04/10/2006 |
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Stuart from Murieston Gardens, Livingston, was a former pupil of James Young High School.
He was tragically killed after colliding with a car on Friday 22nd September 2006 five days before
his 23rd birthday.
Stuart lost his guardian angel whilst on a journey in Fife- his young life was cut short so quickly.
He has left a large void in so many lives. He was loved by so many and will be deeply missed.
I am the wind in your hair, with you everywhere
I am the stars in the sky and the sun up high.
I am the waves in the ocean, with your every emotion
I am the snow on the ground, I am all around.
I am the flowers in the meadow, wherever you go
I am the moon at night, please know I'm alright.
I am the bird's sweet song, I am not gone
I am the blossom on a tree, you'll never forget me.
I am the rain on your face, a rainbow's embrace
I am the leaves on the ground, I'll always be around.
I am the fluffy white clouds, innocent and pure
Look all around you, you'll feel me I'm sure.
I am that warm loving feeling, deep in your heart
My memories live on, we'll never be apart.
I am all around you, in all that you see, hear and do
Just reach right out now, I am always here with you.
Love always xXx.
THIS MORNING WHEN I AWAKENED AND SAW THE SUN ABOVE, I SOFTLY SAID GOOD MORNING LORD, BLESS EVERONE I LOVE.
RIGHT AWAY I THOUGHT OF YOU, AND SAID A LOVING PRAYER, THAT HE WOULD BLESS YOU SPECIALLY, AND KEEP YOU IN HIS CARE. I THOUGHT OF ALL THE HAPPINESS A DAY COULD HOLD IN STORE I WISHED IT ALL FOR YOU, CAUSE NO ONE DESERVES IT MORE, HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!
Love Shirley xxxx
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STUART XX
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♪♪♪HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU♫
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ♫
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR STUART♫
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ♪♪♪ ♫
HAVE A LOVELY BIRTHDAY ♥
♥We keep your memory in our souls ♥
♥It burns so bright each day ♥
♥And all the things we have in our minds ♥
♥There’s three words we want to say is ♥
♥MISS YOU ALWAYS ♥
Love you loads darling. Love mum xxxxxx
Stuart....Stuart....Stuart
I sit beside the telephone
and wait for you to call
the telephone stays silent
and my tears begin to fall.
⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰
With each day that passes by
and still no call from you
I want to keep believing that
you've had too much to do.
⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰
I tell myself tomorrow
you'll find the time to phone
to let me know you just popped out
and now you're back at home.
⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰
We talked for hours on the phone
we covered all the years
about your childhood memories
that brought laughter and some tears.
⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰
You remembered many things
you had so much to say
but you forgot to tell me
that you had to go away.
⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰
You didn't leave a number
for the place that you would be
but if they give you messages
you'll hear this one from me.
⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰
If our phone calls end now
because we have to part
all the love I have for you
will never leave my heart.
⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰~⊱♥⊰
When I'm feeling lonely,
When I'm feeling blue,
I get out all your photographs,
And sit and talk to you,
♥
When I go to bed,
And I look up to the sky,
I find a teardrop on my face,
because we never said goodbye.
Miss you so much darling. Love you loads, mum xxxxxxxxx
If only....
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven,
And bring you home again.❤
Love u millions xxx
Well Stu, 3 years, how did that happen?? Seems like only yesterday we were at your Grans and you kept that apple core, I didnt know then how much it would mean now that you kept it. I wonder if it is still growing? I remember your Gran said 'not on your nelly!!' and we had to try so hard not to laugh!! You, Craig and I got pizzas from Tonino's and sat on the couch and ate them, we had a brilliant night that night, I was so happy, we were getting on amazing and everything was slotting into place, all seemed so perfect. The next day you ate that pizza for breakfast and were instantly sick, I felt so sorry for you but it was funny :) then you took me to the bus and that was the last time I saw you. You phoned me about 4 times on my bus journey home, I was so happy and so in love with you.
These memories might not seem amazingly eventful but they mean the world to me, you mean the world to me. You are my first love and my heart is yours forever. I miss you so much, words cant explain how much, would give up so much for just another minute with you, to hear your voice, Im scared Im forgetting that. I feel I'm blethering now, theres always so much I want to say and tell you but I never find the right words except I love and miss you always and forever. Love u millions Stu man xxxx
The Pit of Grief
The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.
The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.
Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.
Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.
Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.
My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.
Anon
Love you always Stuart xxxx
Missing you Stu
One Autumn day, I awoke to a son
The most beautiful gift, all rolled into one.
Our bond was deep, not like any other
The deepest of love, known only to a mother.
As a youngster, Mum had to be in sight
To play with, kiss and cuddle so tight
As a teen, he would come and go
The places he went, Mum wanted to know.
Sharing, caring, endless giving...
Is the way my son believed in living.
His dreams and goals, for now a young man
So often we talked about life's great plan.
In a single heartbeat, left behind to grieve
Wondering why my son had to leave.
No hug, no kiss, no words of goodbye
How does Mum go on, or do I even try?
I still have your brother, this is true
We both agree, he can't be you.
For with each child a mother bears
A special bond forms, which is only theirs.
Twenty two forever you will be,
Your dreams now buried inside of me.
Never to share another year
Memories I'll hold forever dear.
This indescribable pain of losing my child
Does not go away, not even for a while.
All four seasons still come and go
My precious son, I miss you so.
Miss you always darling. Night, night xxxxxxxxxxx
Secret Garden…All Poetry
Fresh morning dew, still dripping from the rose,
the blue birds sing their wishful, songs of hopes.
My garden has still breath - it alone knows,
the secrets that are bound with grassy ropes.
Pure love is endless – the bird’s sing of truth,
sweet blossoms bow so humbly, to their voice.
They rest in old age and then dance in youth,
blameless and pure of heart - they all rejoice.
They're out of sight - hidden - like precious gems,
the rainbows do yield, while all time transcends.
The roses stand tall on their thorny stems,
as giving thanks, to their fair feathered friends.
My secret garden cast your spell in mist.
Mark down your truths on an unending list.
Wishing you and mum a lovely evening, i am sure you will be close by....
God Bless.
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