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Forever by my side.... by Mel Spittall
Desmond John Spittall / 28.09.51-24.03.08 The original photograph of me and my dad was taken by my mum Liz Spittall when i was young (obviously), on our farm in Currumbin Valley. I treated it in PS to create an image i feel reflects us, as me and dad were quite similar. / I wanted to share this with the Bubble community as perhaps there can be some healing in sharing? REMEMBER WHEN ONLY MEMORIES REMAIN… The clouds outside my window are heavy and grey today… / connected… / reflecting the state of my heart. Distant memories of times gone by play over in my mind… / suspended moments in time… / People, faces forgotten from years past. / Good times and bad, a minds photographs. Gone is my rock, my constant… / my shining light amoungst the maddness. / I want you here to hold me… / to make my world seem right. My super hero… / protector… / whats a girl do without her dad? Imprinted on my heart are some stars you left behind… I hear your voice somewhere in my sleep… When the tears fall again it will be for my heart, / for now you are safe… / at one with the eternal… Forever… Remember when only memories remain… I am so proud to be your daughter… / I love you Dad…xo
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Remember by Deidre Cripwell
Suddenly the night has grown colder. / The god of death preparing to depart / Dad hoiseted on his shoulder / The slip between the sentries of the heart As someone long prepared for this to happen / Go firmly to the window, drink the sight it. Say goodbye to dad leaving / Dad leaving with his lord Based on words by Leonard Cohen
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If you bury him in this spot... by Denzil
I found this poem on a blog for a young eventing rider, Laine Ashker, who was critically injured at the recent Rolex Three Day Event, Lexington, Kentucky. She is recovering well, and in fact was discharged from hospital yesterday. Her horse, Frodo Baggins, broke his neck and was euthanased. This poem was posted as a tribute to Frodo, and it brought a tear to my eye as well, as I remembered my beautiful old boy Jack, who is in fact buried just a few yards from this very spot. _If you bury him in this spot, / The secret of which you must already have, / He will come to you when you call – / Come to you over the far, dim pastures of death, / And down the remembered paths to your side again. / And though you ride other living horses throughout life / They shall not shy at him or resent him coming. / For he is yours and he belongs there. People may scoff at you, / Who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, / Who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears. / People who may never really love a horse. / Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, / And which is well worth knowing. The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his mistress._ Author unknown
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With Love! to Grandma Nellie. by Tiamaria
Maggie was only three and a half when Grandma Nellie passed away, and yet can remember so many things about her. She was hesitant to visit at first, but was soon comfortable, and happy to have been able to leave her flower as an Easter gift. We love and miss you Grandma.
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Rembrandt Puss 1996 by Cathie Brooker
My beloved Loopin as regal as any aristocrat.
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mother and child collaboration by nigelnash
this is a collaboration with a brilliant artist “alan findlater” he did this pic and i have done the words - / MOTHER AND CHILD . i hear you whisper to me / beyond our sacred tree / i hold u in my arms with glee / because your here with me . / i swear my son / i love you / i can never be the same / since that day your father left / we neednt live again / so say goodbye my lovely / as we go down to the edge / this world is too cruel for us / i make my sacred pledge / ” its for the best ” i whisper / as we go further down / the water envelops us / your smile turns to a frown / as i see tears in your eyes / it makes me start to think / if we got further in here / my god ! oh no ! we could sink ! / my senses start to waken / as u start to cry / i place you on the side of the bank / as i look up and shout ” why ? ” / is it me i start to wonder / i didnt mean no harm / it wasnt me i ponder / that i saw in his arms / i pick you up and hold you / raise you in the air / this is not the way i thought / it really isnt fair / why did he leave us ? / what did he not see ? / we’re standing at this side of the bank / it should be him not we . / i wrap you up so warmly / and take u to the car / your smile has returned now / you know how close we are / so sorry i put you through this / its his fault , not mine / if it wasnt for his affair / we all would be so fine .
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Guardian angel.... by Mel Spittall
Please know I will do all I can to ensure your grand daughter understands how special and loved her grandpa was, / how truly happy she made him, / and how much he loved her….. She will know you are her angel now….. / xoxo Taken from my letter to dad…. / Desmond John Spittall / 28.09.51 – 24.03.08
Recent Work
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I wrote this in memory of my very special niece. My sister had a textbook pregnancy. She was so excited to finally be having a girl. All the tests were normal. My sister & her husband moved to Guam when she was about 6 months pregnant. She had a very smooth C-section & Aubrey was born into her corporeal form. She was so very beautiful & perfect. The family took her home & even got pictures of her next to the turkey on Thanksgiving. Then all those who knew her or were about to know her were changed forever. Something was wrong because Aubrey turned blue, stopped breathing, and her heart stopped. She fought bravely for 11 days. That is all the time she was given. Now, she is an angel. I wrote another poem for her just last month, as I think of her so often. You can read it here: The First Christmas / MCN:C1D75-D4807-DE71B
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My Blessed Angel by Nancy Chambers
My little Angel; Rest Peaceful Dear; / Until we meet again; you’ll be here / For me to visit and talk to you. / Giving me peace, when the day is through / You’re my Angel; my little one / I think of you; watching the setting sun. / Knowing you’re here; feeling you’re love / And one day we’ll be together; in heaven above.
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Lady in the Woods by fishlady77
This was taken in my yard on a overcast day. No enhancements have been made except for zooming in to be able to see her better. In the center you can see her standing in front of the tree, she looks like she’s wearing a long dress and has dark hair.
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PEACE GIVEN by Nancy Chambers
Gravestone in Vinton Cemetery, Vinton, California. Taken New Year’s Day 2009. At first we passed this graveyard that sat just outside Vinton, California. I kept looking back; which caught my husbands attention, so he made a u-turn, and we went back. It was strange; he sat in the car, which he doesn’t do when I take photos in graveyards. / As I walked into this cemetery, I suddenly felt a feeling of protection and peace…as if God and His Angels were watching over me at that very moment, right beside me..I know they are always there…but the feeling was ever so strong and continued as I walked around, alone. ..With the snow on the ground and the mountains in the background; I stood there, taking in God’s beauty; in front of this beautiful gravestone, which was so lovingly created for the loved one who was laid to rest here…I suddenly thought of my wonderful children, my loving husband. I felt more thankful than normal, because I finally, for unknown reasons, felt at PEACE. It was a wonderful feeling that for reasons beyond my power or understanding; left with me. I am so thankful and feel such peace, which has not been at my disposal for some time now. I think that whatever/whoever it was, there in that graveyard on New Years Day; helped me to allow myself to let go of my ‘baggage’ and begin this new year with new found energy and a positive feeling of PEACE! as is straight from the camera / Fujifinepix S700 / SP ~ landscape
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Silhouette Cross by divinephotos
Fully Silhouette Cross against a dramatic blue sky with angelic streaks of white clouds in a rising direction towards haven.
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Silhouette Cross by divinephotos
Silhouette Cross with partial clear crucifix, against a dramatic clear blue sky with streak of white clouds representing rays of hope.
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The Spirit Of Robert Falcon Scott by Sophie Shapiro
The great explorer Robert Falcon Scott, journeying back from the South Pole, was dying of cold and hunger. Yet he found the strength to write one last letter home to his wife Kathleen. / He addressed it: To my widow. / Dear, it is not easy to write because of the cold – 70 degrees below zero and nothing but the shelter of our tent . . . We are in a very tight corner and I have doubts of pulling through. / You know I have loved you. You know my thoughts must constantly have dwelt on you. . . the worst aspect of this situation is that I shall not see you again – the inevitable must be faced. This painting is dedicated to Robert Falcon Scott Music – Dreaming of Antarctica Painting in mixed media / 100×42 cm
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Woohoo / I have just logged on to notice my image streaker is on the home page. / Thanks redbubble for this honor, a wonderful way to start the new yr with one of my images on the home page on new yrs day.
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Touch of Motherly Love – Across The Great Divide by C J Lewis
© C J Lewis. Digital art created using PhotPlus6 for painting, air-brushing, colouring & sizing. BEST VIEWED LARGE / MCN:C1E78-9ED82-3E241 My mum passed over in June 2000 however she is still with me. I feel her touch and see her presence nearly everyday. MOTHER (MY LADY OF THE ROSES) Our mother was naturally beautiful / A woman in every way / Our mother was loving / And so caring / And always had her say / Every brand new day As a child / I saw her gently tending her roses / With emotion so very deep / For the beauty that she saw in the flowers / Was from her heart / And her beauty made me weep / And the light of love surrounding her / Translucent skin with no flaw, I saw / Maybe, to others, as mother and daughter / We were constantly at war / Like two fires brought together / The flames of love did roar / ‘Tis a love that will be in our hearts for evermore And Mother, I heard you call to me / In spirit last night / Mother you need not be in fright / For God, our Father will take you through the door / Back to his heavenly home once more / Where relatives and friends are waiting / And you will be the belle of the ball Though your body may seem missing / You’ll see it as before you took your flight / In Holy Spirit to soar / As you pass through / Deaths door / And we will always be together / As we have before. © – C J Lewis, 2000
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