Jonathan (Jay) Glynn

3 years today

Hey darling,
cant believe it has been 3 years today,
people say that time heals all wounds but it doesnt, it doesnt get easier
hope u liked ur flowers
love you
hannah xx

Windows down basslines up true jay style xx

Hannah (Cousin) September 23, 2009

Hello again, been up with your flowers today! Hope you likee them. Told the florist person what i wanted and she made it up forr mee :).. i told her to keep well away from the pink flowers though haha. Will be up again in a few days.. Been thinking about you loads today. Honestly can't believe it's been this long, the memories of when it happened are still so clear :'(
Wish you was here babe. Miss and love you loads.
Charlotte xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Charlotte (Cousin) September 23, 2009

Carly Tyrer

hiya darling 3 years eh! =[ still missing you as much you will never be forgotten jay i hope you know that!! one of a kind!! well we shall be up to see you tonight mister love you lots Carly x x

Carly Tyrer (Close Friend) September 23, 2009

All our love my sweetheart xx

Hiya my little man, we're missing you so much and we can't believe it's 3 years ago when we last saw you. It seems just like yesterday, it's so painful.

I'm sorry for the tears, I know you'd be going mad with me and telling me to sort myself out. Easier said than done, that one. The large gaping hole in my heart won't ever heal.

We keep asking you to help us through and to keep an eye on things but we shouldn't, we should be saying you take care of yourself, have fun mixing basslines and racing those clouds. Enjoy your time partying with your new friends and don't you worry about us, we'll all sort things out here and when we see you again we can catch up and tell each other what's been going on. But I know when you have a few minutes spare you will watch over us and help us through it.

All that I ask is that you're happy, safe, not worrying about us but having fun with your mates. Know that we love you with all of our hearts and you're in our thoughts every single minute of every single day.

You don't get over it, you just get through it. You don't get by it, because you can't get around it. It doesn't 'get better'; it just gets different. Everyday... Grief puts on a new face....

Stay close my baby, we'll see you soon.

Sweet dreams my darling son, all our love forever

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Remember, windows down, basslines up loud, true 'Jay' style xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jays Mum Carol (Mum) September 23, 2009

Hey Hun,
3 years today. Can't believe how long it's been! Going to keep it short on here cause put what i wanted to say on the little card thing on your flowers. Will be bringin them up in the afternoon. Just want to say hope you're okay and still watching over us all. Keep racing those clouds. Take care and stay close babe. I miss you. Lots of Love xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Charlotte (Cousin) September 23, 2009

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

Jays Mum Carol (Mum) September 22, 2009

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Time has stood still for those who love you,
the grief is still fresh, their hearts are still blue.
Memories can ease pain but they never can fill,
the space that is left when they think of you still.

So stay near to those who miss you each day,
for they carry a sadness since you went away.
Send the strength to cope where others have tried,
and some love for their hearts that hurt deep inside.

⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰
Love from Liz, Stuart's mum xx

Elizabeth Maxwell September 21, 2009

I reach out to you,
You reach for me.
We're grieving parents
And will always be.

I searched and found you
As other parents will
And I'm now here to help you
Pull them all up the hill.

Working together in sadness,
Working together in sorrow,
We'll join hands and hearts
To face each new tomorrow.

It won't be easy friends
But somehow we'll get through.
Together my new pals,
We have work to do.

Not the kind to bend our backs.
Nor the kind that makes us sweat.
This work is called Compassion
For everyone we've met.

Because they're hurting badly
They've lost their baby, too
They're looking for some comfort
From friends like me and you.

So welcome the newly bereaved.
Reach out and draw them near.
Hold their pain close to yours.
Help them know that life IS dear.

Though the hurt will never go away,
The edge will someday soften.
The tears will fall in torrents,
But....just not as often.

The days and months that follow
On Death's cruel wake
Swirl like endless madness
Till a friend's hand we take.

A friend who's been there, done that
Knows our pain too well,
Can comfort and can guide us
From our frightening hell.


In my thoughts & prayers. Love Liz, Stuart's mum xx

Elizabeth Maxwell September 17, 2009

Hello, Old Friend,
Oh, yes, you know
I lost my child a while ago.
No, no please
Don’t look away
And change the subject
It’s ok.
You see, at first I couldn’t feel,
It took so long, but now it’s real.
I hurt so much inside you see
I need to talk,
Come sit with me?
You see, I was numb for so very long,
And people said, “My, she is so strong.”
They did not know I couldn’t feel,
My broken heart made all unreal.
But then one day, as I awoke
I clutched my chest, began to choke,
Such a scream, such a wail,
Broke from me…
My child! My child!
The horror of reality.
But everyone has moved on, you see,
everyone except for me.
Now, when I need friends most of all,
Between us there now stands a wall.
My pain is more than they can bear,
When I mention my child,
I see their blank stare.
“But I thought you were over it,”
Their eyes seem to say,
No, no, I can’t listen to this, not today.
So I smile and pretend, and say, “Oh, I’m ok”.
But inside I am crying, as I turn away.
And so my old friend, I shall paint on a smile,
As I have from the start,
You never knowing all the while,
All I’ve just said to you in my heart.

A mothers words, by Deborah Turner

Have a good weekend Love Liz, Stuart's mum xx

Elizabeth Maxwell September 12, 2009

All our love my sweetheart xx

Oryt ma little man, love you my darling.

Thank you for coming with me yesterday, I'm glad you did.

You be happy Jay and have fun with all your mates, racing those clouds and mixing basslines. We'll see you soon babe.

Windows down, basslines up loud, true 'Jay' style
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Jays Mum Carol (Mum) September 6, 2009