George WILLIAM Samuel

1935 - 2009
LocationPaceville, Malta
Age74 years
Cause of DeathOrgan Failure
Date of Birth28/02/1935
Date of Death19/08/2009
Visitors1,806 since 24/08/2009
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ANOTHER GENTLE MAN AND ANOTHER GENTLEMAN

My mum always says.. Quote..Had Mark (my late husband who sadly passed away 17th february 2009) been
your father's son he would not have resembled him quite as much ...Unquote.
This she meant in so far as character and mannerisms were concerned and it is oh so true...they were
very much alike and adored each other. If Mark ever gave my dad a cd you could rest assured that he
would listen to it over and over again just because it came from Mark.. He loved him so very
much...and they had so much in common...especially football..although Dad supported LIVERPOOL and
Mark UNITED but they both appreciated British Football... well dad was the first to join Mark just
6 months later ...and although I am still heartbroken over Mark in a way I am 'glad' that now Dad is
up near him and they can look after each other.

I can almost copy and paste Mark's eulogy and use it as Dad's but I will not as they were both
individuals albeit similar.

Dad, just like Mark was a very humble, unassuming person.
Quiet by nature and always taking the back seat. He always LIVED AND LET LIVE. He helped a lot of
people throughout his life but never made a fuss...all the good he did throughout his life
manifested itself when the news of his death spread. The glowing comments received we will hold dear
to our hearts although we knew all along that our Dad was one in a million.

Dad, I am more than sure that you are keeping us safe in your care from the heavens...on behalf of
Anthony (my brother) and Mama thank you for being such a wonderful father and husband and a big
MIAOW from all the cats you loved throughout your life...am pretty sure you are having a feast up
there.
Save a big hug for Mark and please tell him how much I love and miss him.

Your loving daughter

Annalise (the proud daughter of George SAMUEL)


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*~*~* GOODNIGHT BLESS YOU ANGEL *~*~*

Wishing You Near

by Nick Alcantara

To realize
That time is so dear
When you are no
Longer here

I cling to memories,
Sweet memories
That bring you near

If only
I could touch you again
Without bringing back the pain
Feeling your presence
That you are not really
Very far away
That would bring us back
The aura and magic
Of being again
Together

I know you are
Just a whisper away

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Yesterday evening

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Always watching over us as we go our way,

Never taking their eyes from us a minute of the day,

Guardians who are here to keep us from all harm

Each time we face danger, darkness, or alarm,

Looking out for us through each trial we face,

Sent straight from heaven, by His mercy, love, and grace.

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© by Judy Parker

Leza Angel Carolines Mum Yesterday evening

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Our Reunion in Heaven Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ



We weren't prepared that day,
When God called you away.
So many tears we cried,
Longing to keep you at our side.

How we loved and missed you so,
And weren't ready to let you go,
But it gives us comfort to know,
Within the twinkling of our eyes,
You entered into paradise.

A place with beauty beyond measure,
Eternal happiness and treasure,
Where you have no more pain or tears,
Nor sorrow, worries, and fears.

Although, for now, we are apart,
Your precious memories live in our heart,
Until God calls us each to heaven's door,
Where we'll be reunited, forever more

Author Unknown

Love Always Brenda xxxxx

Brenda Derrick Leannes Mum Saturday evening

♥Love Lives On♥

(Amanda Bradley)

♥Those we love
are never really lost to us -
we feel them
in so many special ways-
through friends
they always cared about
and dreams they left behind,
in beauty that they added to our days...
in words of wisdom we still carry with us
and memories that never will be gone...
Those we love are never really lost to us -
For everywhere their special love lives on♥

LOVE AS
ALWAYS
CLARE x

⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰

I know your heart is breaking
And your eyes are filled with tears
But I ask you not to cry for me
Because your smile is so dear

⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰

My time has come to go
To heaven up above
Where there’s no more pain and suffering
It’s peaceful like a dove

⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰

I’ll save a place right next to me
In our castle past the gates
Until its time for you to join me
God and I will wait

⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰ ⊱☆⊰
~Annamarie Pridgen~

Leza Angel Carolines Mum Friday evening

*~*~* MY PRECIOUS ANGEL *~*~*

You slipped away
We had to part
God eased your pain
But broke my heart

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Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Friday evening

Letting go of you

I know I have to let you go.
How I will I do not know.
I know that it's your time to die.
What I don't know is how to say goodbye.
I'll miss you so much I don't know what to do.
I guess I'll just end this poem with a goodbye and an I love you.

Jenna leigh Walters

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Thursday night

Robert Longley

A Rainy Day

Things are not as bad
As they now may seem to be
Your life will still go on
Even though it’s without me

These are not tears of sadness
On this day of rain
Please look at them as tears of joy
For I am now free of pain

You cannot know the freedom
Or the peace that I now feel
I hope this is some comfort
As you all now learn to deal

The battle now is over
And in many ways I’ve won
While you might think it is raining
I am warm amidst the sun

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Thursday evening

♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥

Weep not for me
Now that I have passed.
Remember the laughter, the affection, the joy
Not just the recent tears.
Cherish the memories, our hopes and dreams.
Hold fast to the love that we shared.
Be happy with the time we spent together
And being anew.
For I am not really gone,
I am closer than ever before.
As the morning sun rises
And throughout the busy day...I am with you.
Until the setting sun disappears on the horizon
And we watch the day turn into night...I am here.
You may feel a faint breeze stir round your head, while you slumber
As I gently kiss your forehead, "Good night."
The stars that shine so brightly in my heavenly sky
Help me watch over you and keep you from harm.
I am the wind in the trees
And the song of a bird.
I am moonbeams in a midnight sky
And a glorious rainbow after the storm.
I am morning dew
And freshly-fallen snow.
I am a butterfly flying overhead
And a puppy happily at play.
I am a smile on a stranger's face
A gentle touch
A warm embrace.
Listen to the wind for my message of love.
Watch the sun rise and set in the sky with me.
Feel my essence encircle you with warm memories.
Open your heart to know...I am not gone.
Reach deep into your soul...You will find me.
I am here.
Have no fear.
I am with you,
Always.

♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥ ︽♥
Kirsti

Leza Angel Carolines Mum Thursday afternoon

✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞

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.

✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞•✕♥•✞

Mel Xxxxx Thursday afternoon
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