The Little Snowdrop…

June 12th, 2013

It has taken me almost four months to find the courage to write this post to let all of my lovely followers know my sad news…

My beautiful Mum was finally released from her pain and passed away on Wednesday 27th February at 12.24pm.
Dad and I were with her until the end, by her bedside in the QE Hospital. We are absolutely inconsolable but we take some comfort
from knowing she is no longer suffering.

Mum has left a huge void which shall never be filled, we do not think we shall ever get over her passing, our only hope is that she is with her Mum and Dad who passed away when she was such a young age and who Mum was calling for towards the end.
We are heartbroken and the pain we are feeling is only getting worse… I hope in time we will learn to live with our loss although I know in our hearts we won’t ever get over loosing Mum… I miss her terribly, she was my everything, she was my Best Friend…

ღ ….… Rest in Peace Mum ….… ღ

Mum’s most favourite flower was the delicate Snowdrop hence the poem above which we had printed on an A6 card and had handed out at the Service of ‘Celebration’ of Mums life on Thursday 7th March at South Tyneside Crematorium. The words of the poem mean so much to us as they remind us of Mum… ‘our little snowdrop.’

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I would like to take this opportunity to reassure all of my most wonderful clients past, present and future, that I am still working albeit at a slower pace and I am accepting orders and most importantly to thank You all from the bottom of my heart for your patience and continued support… “Thank You.”

As always if you should have any questions or queries not matter how small, please do e~mail me…

The world may never notice if a snowdrop doesn’t bloom
Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall too soon.
But every life whatever forms, or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way for all eternity.
The little one we long for was swiftly here and gone,
But the love that was then planted is a light that still shines on.
And though are arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do,
by beating out a rhythm
reminding us of you.

~ unknown ~