| Location | Botswana |
| Age | 33 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 26/03/1964 |
| Date of Death | 24/10/1997 |
| Visitors | 1,016 since 20/11/2009 |
| Creator |
In loving memory of our sister Debbie. Amazing Mother to Neil, Sian & Jade. Awesome sister to Des, Charmaine, Audrey, Kerry & Allen. Loving wife to Neil English. Affectionate daughter to mother Lorraine & step mother Wendy & late father Desmond Sinclair.
We miss you daily Debs. Often wish we could turn back the hands of time. We share incredible history & laughter. I still see your smile and hear your lisp. 12 years and its still so surreal. We love you dearly.
"May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand"
When the clouds part and a ray of sunlight shines through,
We look to the sky and think of you.
You see our tears and feel our ache,
We breathe you in every breath we take.
There is no need to miss what is not gone,
For you are right where you belong.
You are the suns warmth on our face,
Guiding us through this dreadful place.
You are the whisper of wind through the night,
The gentle sparkle in starlight.
You are the colours of the rainbow after a summers rain,
Dazzling colours nobody can ever tame.
You are the elgance found after the first snow,
That small beautiful and blinding glow.
When we stop to think of all we miss,
We look around and think of this,
Something so special and rare can never fade,
This is how we know you stayed.
Because when the clouds part and that ray of sun shines through, we will smile knowing that glimmer is you.
With my love,
Sian
Waiting at the Door
I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand
It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops
But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the breeze
So incomplete and never filled
I cannot find the words to say
Just what it’s like to want forever
Never seeing them again
Just always waiting at the door
Alison Mary Dunn
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