This site is dedicated to the memory of Irene Clark nee Houghton.

Irene Clark nee Houghton was born in Flockton, Yorkshire on April 10, 1921. She is much loved and will always be remembered by all her friends and family.

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You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every day And I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that way With the blink of an eye the Lord came and asked you to leave You went to a better place but He stole you away from me And now she lives in heaven But I know they let her out To take care of me There's a strange kind of light Caressing me tonight Pray silence my fear she is near Bringing heaven down here I miss your love I miss your touch But I'm feeling you every day And I can almost hear you say 'You've come a long way baby' And now you live in heaven But I know they let you out To take care of me There's a strange kind of light In my bedroom tonight Pray silence my fear she is near Bringing heaven down here You taught me kings and queens While stroking my hair In my darkest hour I know you are there Kneeling down beside me Whispering my prayer Yes there's a strange kind of light Caressing me tonight Pray silence my fear She is near Bringing heaven down here The next time that we meet I will bow at her feet And say wasn't life sweet Then we'll prepare To take heaven down there
Amanda
7th April 2012
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land: When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
Remember by Christina Rossetti
7th April 2012
Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way which you always used Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well.
Death is nothing at all by Henry Scott Holland
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