This site is dedicated to the memory of Janet Hargreaves.

Janet Hargreaves was born in Hull on January 04, 1958. She is much loved and will always be remembered by all her friends and family.

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One night I dreamed a dream. As I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, One belonging to me and one to my Lord. After the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that at many times along the path of my life, especially at the very lowest and saddest times, there was only one set of footprints. This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it. "Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life, there was only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me." He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you Never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you." - by Mary Stevenson A humble poem that resonates and hope carries through. I personally find it very poignant that Janet passed on the 15th February, as if leaving this world and her loved ones after one last Valentine's day, symbolic of love and devotion to all she held dear and true. Rae x
Rae
1st March 2016
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Sent by Sue Ryder on 21/02/2016
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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