This site is dedicated to the memory of my dad Michael Stevenson.
Michael John Stevenson was born in London on February 18, 1950. Husband to Denise, father to Scott and Leigh, Grandad Pops to Kai and Lily and brother to Terry, Lynne, Steve and Carol. He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family.
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Thoughts
If I only had five minutes the day you passed away,
I would have had time to tell you all the things I needed to say.
I never got to tell you how much you mean to me,
Or that you were the best dad, better than any man could be.
The last time that I talked to you
I wish I would have known.
I would have said I love you,
and kept you on the phone.
If I only had five minutes,
the morning you passed away,
I'd give you one last hug so tight and see your great big smile.
I'd tell you that I don't think I could live without you,
not even for awhile.
I'd kiss your cheek and take your hand and tell you it's okay to go
And tell you that I'll miss you,
more than you'll ever know.
But you were gone so quickly,
One last journey you would take.
Before you even knew it,
you were standing at heavens gate.
Now God has called upon you,
It's time to get your wings.
To leave this life behind you,
And enjoy all of heavens beautiful things.
So wait for me in heaven Dad,
Don't let me come alone.
The day the angels come for me,
Please be there to bring me home.
Leigh
30th September 2013
To my dearest family, there’s some things I'd like to say,
but first of all, to let you know that I arrived okay,
Please do not be unhappy because I'm out of sight,
remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
The day I had to leave you, when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and said " I welcome you",
It’s good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone,
as for your dearest family they'll be here later on.
God gave me a list of things, that he wished me to do,
and first on the list was to watch and care for you,
I shadow your movements and guide you the way that’s right,
For god and I are closest to you in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth and all those loving years,
I know your only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry, it helps relieve the pain,
remember there would be no flowers, unless there was rain.
And now I am contented that my life was all worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way that I made my family smile,
And when your out walking and you've got me on your mind,
I am walking in your footsteps only half a step behind,
and when it's time for you to go from your body to be free,
remember your not going, your coming home to me.......
Leigh
3rd September 2013
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
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 sorrow.
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 trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute 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.
Leigh
2nd September 2013