| Location | Cleethorpes |
| Age | 71 years |
| Date of Birth | 6/1935 |
| Date of Death | 12/2006 |
| Visitors | 1,073 since 16/04/2007 |
| Creator |
ALBERT SUTCLIFFE
DIED 1ST DECEMBER 2006
AGED 71
LIVED IN CLEETHORPES BUT ORIGINALLY FROM BRADFORD
HUSBAND OF ANDREA,
FATHER TO LYNNE, GLYNIS, BRENDA, ROBERT, JOHN, HARRY, ALAN, ALYCE, AND THE LATE VALORIE.
STEP FATHER OF NADINE .
A GRANDAD , AND GREAT GRANDAD..
DIED SUDDENLY OF HEART ATTACK AND COMPLICATIONS DUE TO DIABETES
HE WAS A PROUD YORKSHIRE MAN, A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH, BORN IN BRADFORD THE YOUNGEST BOY OF SEVEN CHILDREN TO HARRY LEE SUTCLIFFE AND LILLIAN SUTCLIFFE,
BROTHER TO JACK, ALAN,DONALD,SHEILA,JEAN, AND LITTLE SISTER ANN,
LIVED IN BRADFORD MOST OF HIS LIFE ,SPENT A SHORT SPELL IN CANADA,
MARRIED TWICE .
MOVED TO MABLETHORPE IN 1998 WHERE HE LIVED FOR SIX YEARS WITH HIS WIFE ANDREA AND THREE OF HIS SONS DAUGHTER ALYCE WAS BORN IN 1999 IN GRIMSBY, MOVED TO CLEETHORPES IN JUNE 2004 .
I LOVED HIM MORE THAN I EVER LOVED ANYTHING,OR ANYBODY.
OVER THE LAST 29 YEARS HE WAS AND STILL IS MY LIFE, MY WORLD,
MY SOULMATE.
WISH I COULD TURN THE CLOCK BACK, SO LOST WITHOUT YOU..
HOPE ONE DAY WE WILL MEET AGAIN, UNTIL THAT TIME , I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU .. ALWAYS AND FOREVER .. ANDREA
todays ur birthday Albert, the time goes so quickly, wish u could b here with me, loves last gift will always b rememberance, wish i could just say happy birthday an see ur face once more, wat a day that would be, miss u, love u, Andi xxxxx
remembering you
If I close my eyes I see you
The man I love so well
in a place thati don't know
and your not here to tell
Where words can not be spoken
where tears will cease to fall
where hearts are never broken
where love's surrounding all
In dreams you are still with me
you never left that day
everything iss as it was
and i no longer fear
Yet morning brings along the pain
once more I wake to see
that although we may meet again
for now alone is me
I know your life has ended
and we're so far apart
yet you'll be forever with me
residing in my heart.,,,,,,,,,
Thinking of you tonight, you come into my dreams now so often, one day we will smash the mirror that lies between us, but not yet, so much left undone , so near yet so far apart, love you always. A bond as strong as ours can never be broken .... Andrea
TWO YR MARK YET IT FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY, SO MANY THINGS HAVE CHANGED SOME THINGS YOU WOULD APPROVE BUT NOT ALL, SO MANY THINGS WANT TO TELL YOU SO MANY THINGS HAVE BEEN LEFT UNSAID, WISH I COULD BRING BACK YESTERDAY, JUST TO HOLD YOU AGAIN, LAUGH, ARGUE, AND ALL THE THINGS WE DID, I WOULD GIVE ALL I HAVE FOR THAT. MISS YOU SO MUCH. LOVE YOU AL.... ANDREA X
little girl\'s poem for dad
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone
But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at?
she heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
another child dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad
too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart'.
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.
You see he was a policeman
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy,'
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
SHOE\'S OF LIFE
Shoes
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them
and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad
that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in other's eyes that they
are glad they are my shoes and not
theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are
might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes
you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on
you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not
the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me
and ache daily as they
try to walk in them.
Some have learned
how to walk in them so
that they don't hurt quite so much.
Some have worn the shoes
so long that days will go by before they think
about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes
I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given
me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes
of a woman who has lost a husband .
LOVE YOU NOW AND ALWAYS..
How long do you really love someone ? does death change what you feel, I don't believe it does, They say time heals but does it? or does it just show you how to best hide what you feel as this is what the majority of people you meet expect, I find no shame in saying or feeling that I still love you Albert, so I'm not what people think but in the end what do they really no, I will find you again one day I have to believe that or whats the point, love you now and always just wish I could tell you that face to face, you are forever with me wherever I go..
A MAN\'S LIFE.
How long is a man's life, finally?
Is it a thousand days, or only one?
One week, or a few centuries?
How long does a man's death last?
And what do we mean when we say, 'gone forever'?
Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.
We can go to the philosophers,
but they will grow tired of our questions.
We can go to the priests and the rabbis
but they might be too busy with administrations.
So, how long does a man live, finally?
and how much does he live while he lives?
We fret, and ask so many questions -
then when it comes to us
the answer is so simple.
His lover will carry his man's scent, his touch:
his children will carry the weight of his love.
One friend will carry his arguments,
another will hum his favourite tunes,
another will still share his terrors.
A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
for as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
for as long as we ourselves live,
holding memories in common, a man lives.
I am going on a journey
To a place I long to go
A land that’s filled with angels
Where the peaceful valleys flow.
I have no need for luggage
So I plan to travel light
A first-class trip to heaven
It’s a non-returning flight.
There won’t be tears of sadness
Sweet blessings I will reap
A torch will burn eternal
And the soul doth never sleep.
I do not need an auto
There is no bus or train
My journey is predestined
And I won’t be back again.
No need for food or shelter
Everything I need is there
My home that lies in heaven
Is a joy beyond compare.
I am ready for my venture
Got the voucher in my hand
I’m bound for Zion glory
In that far-off distant land.
I am headed for that City
My flight was paid for me
To a land of peace and beauty
Just beyond the crystal sea.
I soon will have my ticket
There is no need to pack
On a one-way trip to heaven
And I won’t be coming back.
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