Laurie Barker

1915 - 1999
LocationStanion, Corby
Age84 years
Date of Birth08/01/1915
Date of Death16/04/1999
Visitors217 since 04/04/2009
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Laurie Barker - The loveliest man ever!. No-one had a bad word to say about him. He was such an
amazing person, so positive + loved everyone. Even being around him would put a smile on everyone's
face. The whole room would light up when he was around. A loving Dad, Grandad, Brother, Uncle and
Friend. Never forgotten. Rest In Peace! xx






A light from our family is gone
A voice we loved is stilled
A place is vacant in the home
Which never can be filled

We have to mourn the loss of one
We would've loved to keep
But God who thought he loved you best
Has chosen for you to sleep

After a lifetime of your love and joy
And music to fill our ears
God leaves these wondrous memories
To help us through our tears


Love you so much xxxxxx


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When Great Trees Fall
(Maya Angelou)

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
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When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
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When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
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Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
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And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

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Mary Webb 1 week ago

From the tree of life, each leaf must fall
The green, the gold, the great, the small;
Each one in God's own time, He'll call
With perfect love He gathers all.

Mary Webb October 25, 2009

i need you to know...

i love you xxxxx
miss you soo much its unbelievable xxxxxxxxx

was in your house the other day...just watched lizzie for half an hour.....it wasnt the same, didnt feel right - youd think itd get easier but its not, driving out last night with mum, had such a strong feeling you shouldve been with us.

trying so hard to make you proud but could really really do with your advice + a huge hug!

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Ashleigh Louise (Granddaughter) October 11, 2009

Thank you so so so so soooooo much for working with me today. And with Darren, was so impressed with the reading he gave from the bottle. I know you're right about the heart mending over time, tis just so hard to believe at times. I felt your energy with me more than ever today and im soo grateful, it made me feel really at ease and safe knowing you were round and iv not felt like that in a long time. Thank you so much. Love you millions xxx

Ashleigh Louise (Granddaughter) July 4, 2009

love you xxx

Ashleigh Louise (Granddaughter) July 1, 2009

Granddad, you were just a lad,
So many years ago.
You had your loves and had your dreams,
You watched us come and go.

You watched us make the same mistakes,
That you had made before,
But that just made you hold us tight,
And love us all the more.

We haven’t always thought about
The things that you have seen.
To us you’ve just been ‘Granddad’,
No thought of who you’ve been.

But we remember now in love,
Your life from start to end,
And we’re just glad we knew you,
As Granddad, and as Friend.

Dick Underwood 2008

Mary Webb June 3, 2009

♡ The Hearts Library..... ♡

By Sarah Blackstone.


Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.

Id put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.

Am building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you

Mary Webb May 9, 2009

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I do not need a special day to bring you to my mind.
The days I do not think of you are very hard to find.
Each morning when I awake I know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache as I try to carry on.
My heart still aches with sadness and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you no one will ever know.
My thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill.
In life I loved you dearly; in death I love you still.
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Ashleigh Louise (Granddaughter) May 8, 2009

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Hiya Grandad, Just thought i'd sprinkle your page with some love. Hugs + kisses. Wish you were here. Love you lots xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Ashleigh Louise (Granddaughter) May 8, 2009

Angels

When you were born, an angel smiled,
As you became a child, an angel sat on your shoulder
When you became an adult, an angel held your hand
As you grew old, an angel walked down the road with you,
And, when you died, another angel got their wings.

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Ashleigh Louise (Granddaughter) May 8, 2009
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