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ANNIE
This memorial website was created in celebration and memory of our dearly loved, Annie Elizabeth Peirson. Annie was born in Chelsea (London), United Kingdom on February 25, 1950 to Maurice and Phylis Charlton.
After a truly brave and courageous battle with cancer this beautiful soul unexpectedly passed away from earth on April 11, 2005 after 55 years here despite puting up a brave fight and travelling a tough path during her illness and treatments. She was a real inspiration to us all. It still seems too short a time but we are very thank ful to have known her and had her in our lives on earth for this time. We will remember her forever - every day, we will miss her beyond belief but we know she is happy now in gods garden and with all the other beautiful angels. We'll continue to talk to her every day just like always and Mum, you never leave our hearts not even for a minute. Until we meet again... I have only slipped away 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 into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrows. 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 ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you for an interval. Somewhere very near, just around the corner… All is well. Henry Scott Holland
We seem to give them back to thee, O God, who gavest them to us. Yet as thou did not loose then in giving, so we do not lose them by return. Not as the world giveth, givest thou, O lover of souls. What thou givest, thou takest not away, for what is thine is ours also if we are thine. And life is eternal and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. Lift us up, strong son of god, that we may know ourselves to be nearer to our loved ones who are with thee. And while thou dost prepare a place for us, prepare us also for that happy place, that where thou art we may also be for evermore. Fr. Bede Jarrett, O.P
If you have visited Annie's website please do let us know you were here perhaps with a message or by lighting a candle. And to all her friends and family we would dearly love you to share any photos or memories you have of Annie. As our Mum always said herself, "Que sera, sera...whatever will be will be". God bless.
And if you would like to find out more or support the great work that either Macmillan nurses do or Sue Ryder Hospices in caring so kindly for our loved ones please visit www.macmillan.org.uk and www.suerydercare.org
"Memories are the loveliest things, they last from day to day, they don't get lost, they wont wear out and can't be given away".
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Memories / Deb Peirson (Daughter)
My Mum - A random but wonderful collection of memories...So braveexpensiveempathicglamourousmodestbeautifulfunnykindloyalloving
skier
self-taught antiques expertdecoratorcleverstencilsproperty locator/developerstrong mindedlavendarscotlandsalmon fi...
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safe / Mark Peirson (SON)
Wow. How many times I have re written this.I wanted to put pen to paper to help ease the pain of losing you. I still feel robbed. I cannot express the loss I feel. Among many other beautiful qualities YOU always made ME feel safe and secure...
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My Mum / Debbie Peirson (Daughter)
My mum was, is, the bees knees, a most fantastic, kind, funny, un judging, wacky, loving, thoughtfull, compassionate, beautiful, talented, soul. I cannot tell you how much I miss you mum but I think you know as I´m always having conversations wi...
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Friends / Ali Tysoe (Friend)
We went through an awfull lot together this last year and we kept each other going, you inspired me, you always carried a smile.
Rob and I miss you so much and yes I talk to you all the time as well.
God bless Annie
Love always
Ali & Rob
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Her legacy |
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Thoughts from Mum These words Mum sent to me by email just before her last Christmas on earth because she´d received them herself and thought it was a great way to live life, I agree Ma, a great way of thinking ... TAKE HOLD OF EVERY MOMENT"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion". I still think those words changed my life.
Now I read more and clean less.
I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
I spend more time with my family, and less at work. I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.
I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends. She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.
I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... letters that i wanted to write "One of this days". I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how much I love them. Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring
laughter and joy into our lives. And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day. Each day, each hour, each minute, is special. |
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Annie's Photo Album |
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