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Alison Thompson was born on July 21, 1964. She is much loved and will always be remembered.
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Thoughts
Ali may have gone but our fond memories of her will never go away. Thank you for being a friend. Miss you. Liz, Iain and Islay
lizclark08
3rd July 2014
Thinking of Ali as her birthday approaches. She was very much missed at Eliots 18th party recently - with so many of those who have influenced him there to celebrate, the loss of Ali from all our lives was felt - and noted by Paul in his speech on the night. I am often inspired when I think about how she handled her illness and the really remarkable bravery and poise she displayed. Sad sad situation.
lorna thompson7
26th July 2012
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
debbie_bowen
6th February 2012
Candles
Had to be a blue candle . No words - just love xxxx
Lit by Sam on 25th August 2023
Another year gone but you are still in our thoughts and prayers. Miss you.
Lit by Liz, Iain and Islay on 3rd July 2014
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.
I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.
If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!
I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.
I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you
Lit by Andy & Wendy on 26th July 2012