What a wonderful family we have on this site xxx
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So because of the circumstances......... Today is the 3rd anniversary of my arl fellas burial l .God bless you Gerry........... here is your song xxxx
Tom Cleverley EFC
Player Valuation: Free Transfer
My friend Cole died in 2014 aged 11, he was a great friend of mine and a blue through and through and we played for the same football team and he was the right winger and I was the right back so we have a good partnership and one day we turned up to a football match and we were told before kick off he was diagnosed with cancer, he was a really nice and funny person, a great friend of mine. Cole has a plague on the wall at goodison so everytime I turn up to a match at goodison it reminds me of him and he is there watching the mighty blues from heaven.
Elong
The fire rises
I've been pondering whether to write this up on such a popular site, but I think after a few days it may help me with my grief.
My cousin James took his own life late last week aged 36. He was more like a big brother to me. He was everything I wanted to be, not just growing up, but up until the moment he couldn't cope anymore. I'd copy everything he did; football, gaming, cricket (he'd give me his old gear to use as he grew out of it), model painting, fishing, golf, watching Harry Enfield and all that type of 90s comedy. Being 5 years younger than him, he was my idol.
My first ever Everton game was with him, watching us lose 1 nil away to Spurs, Klingsman scored a beauty of an overhead and Sheringham skied a penalty into Row Z, we were sat in one of the home stands and kept dead quiet and our scarves hidden. It didn't matter that we lost though, we were so excited to finally see Everton in the flesh.
As an adult, he had it all, everything I have wanted. The beautiful wife, 3 adorable kids, the house, the flash car, golf on the weekends. But it wasn't enough for him. The smartest person I ever knew, also one of the most troubled. We would talk weekly and although life was tough, the thought of giving it up had never crossed my mind. He was immortal to me. He still is. I can't believe he's gone. I think it makes it harder living on the other side of the world to him, I can't believe it's actually happened, that he'll reply to my message anytime. I'm truly broken and will miss him dearly.
We have a fantastic depression thread on this forum, please, PLEASE, if you're not feeling yourself, use it, talk to someone, anyone, don't bottle it up, don't give in so easily. There's so many people feeling the same way, we can help eachother.
My cousin James took his own life late last week aged 36. He was more like a big brother to me. He was everything I wanted to be, not just growing up, but up until the moment he couldn't cope anymore. I'd copy everything he did; football, gaming, cricket (he'd give me his old gear to use as he grew out of it), model painting, fishing, golf, watching Harry Enfield and all that type of 90s comedy. Being 5 years younger than him, he was my idol.
My first ever Everton game was with him, watching us lose 1 nil away to Spurs, Klingsman scored a beauty of an overhead and Sheringham skied a penalty into Row Z, we were sat in one of the home stands and kept dead quiet and our scarves hidden. It didn't matter that we lost though, we were so excited to finally see Everton in the flesh.
As an adult, he had it all, everything I have wanted. The beautiful wife, 3 adorable kids, the house, the flash car, golf on the weekends. But it wasn't enough for him. The smartest person I ever knew, also one of the most troubled. We would talk weekly and although life was tough, the thought of giving it up had never crossed my mind. He was immortal to me. He still is. I can't believe he's gone. I think it makes it harder living on the other side of the world to him, I can't believe it's actually happened, that he'll reply to my message anytime. I'm truly broken and will miss him dearly.
We have a fantastic depression thread on this forum, please, PLEASE, if you're not feeling yourself, use it, talk to someone, anyone, don't bottle it up, don't give in so easily. There's so many people feeling the same way, we can help eachother.
The Esk
Player Valuation: £70m
Wow mate, so sad that someone who appears to have it all actually has so many problems that he gives up all that has personal value by giving up his own life.
All that can be said is what you said in the final paragraph, and equally for you who is grieving the loss of a loved one, an idol even, is that the blue family on GOT are here for you.
The 'depression thread' has helped countless blues and we know it has saved lives, that's how powerful and effective even talking on a forum can be.
Take it easy pal, and reach out to people here if you need us.
Jesus mate...don't even know what to say.
You'd choked me right up.
If I would have typed that I would have balling like a baby.
Thanks for sharing with us...and here's to the memories you have.
ToffeeDoug
Player Valuation: £35m
A word for Bill Walker, who died on the eve of the new season, aged 80 after a lengthy battle following a stroke. A true blue scouser, helped run ESCLA for many years and was adored and hugely respected by all members who knew him, a lovely man. Moved a long time ago to London and worked as a newspaper print man. A devoted family man. His family have said his ESCLA friends are welcome at his funeral next week, and hope that they will turn up in an Everton shirt!
RFUS
Anustart
Sorry to hear mate.
AndyC
Player Valuation: £70m
Tragically, tragically sad - deepest sympathies with you and your family.
Reading your posting reminded me of a dear friend who used to live in Walton Village.
John was a rabid blue, weaned on the Everton of the early 1960s' and a very, very talented guy - artistic, he could write - I mean he was a genuine wordsmith - and he was one of those guys who could turn his hand to just about anything... diy, car maintenance, decorating - you name it, John would give it a go and more often that not, got things absolutely spot on.
In the terraced house where he lived, he went up into the attic one day and decided that was going to be his music room. Over the course of about six months, he transposed the dusty, dark area into a beautifully polished wooden floored, wood panelled living area. Just a two-seat sofa, no carpet or curtains on the windows he put in... and then his stereo equipment, guitars and keyboard. With nothing other than the sofa to absorb sound, the acoustics in his attic/music room were nothing short of incredible.
My brother and I would visit John each Saturday and together, we'd walk to Goodison and watch the Blues, usually from the Main Stand paddock or Lower Bullens and revel in the midfield craft and guile of Martin Dobson, the wing play of Dave Thomas and of course, the goals of Bob Latchford.
John, despite being extremely talented and versatile and having a lovely wife and daughter, was however troubled, I'd even suggest insecure - although I didn't realise it at the time.
Maybe it was his immense inner talents or his intellect, he'd oodles of school qualifications and a degree, but he somehow struggled to find a job or a role that really floated his boat, maybe employers found him too over-qualified... and this led to depression setting in, again not massively visible to us on Saturdays as he'd be up for the game - we never lost in Johns' eyes, we occasionally underperformed.
So it came as an earth-shattering shock to us when we got the news that John had taken his own life.
John never got to see the glories of the mid-eighties Everton, never got to see his daughter blossom into a stunning and equally talented young lady. His leaving us left a big hole in a great many lives, none moreso than his wife and daughter, and a matchday never goes by when I don't think of him.
monty
Sack Sky and donate to GOT...donations are needed
The Club is deeply saddened by the passing of Sid Benson, who was so much more than a scout over the many years of his association with Everton. Ross Barkley was among the talented, young players he discovered. Life long Blue and great servant to our club, RIP Sid
monty
Sack Sky and donate to GOT...donations are needed
Very sad indeed mate, my thoughts are with you and the rest of his family. As you rightly say depression is a hidden killer, don't bottle it up get help, get advice
This is not my writing, I saw it one day and it kinda touched me, the reason I'm posting it is because if you love someone, tell them, you just never know the minute they'll be gone. I'm not even religious, but I thought this was something else.
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She said: How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can
I see him?
The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t
make it.”
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any
more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the
university.”
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son.
She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
“Would you like a lock of his hair? the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes.
The nurse cut a lock of the boys hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it
to Sally.
The mother said, It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university
for study. He said it might help somebody else. I said no at first, but
Jimmy said, Mom, I wont be using it after I die. Maybe it
will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.
She went on, My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.
Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s
belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult.
It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his
hair to her sons room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to
sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed
was a folded letter.
The letter said:
Dear Mom,
I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you,
or stop loving you, just cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will
always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each
other again.
Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you wont be so lonely,
that’s okay with me. He can have my room, and old stuff to play with.
But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like t the
same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like,
ya know.
Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some,
but it will take a long time to see everything.
The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus
doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was
Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD!
And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on Gods knee and talk to Him, like I was
somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a
letter, to tell you good-bye and everything.
But I already knew that wasn’t allowed.
Well, ya know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen
to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is
going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him
* Where was He when I needed him?
God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you.
To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper.
Isn’t that cool?
I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in
the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper.
I’m, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all
gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t
stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent the Angel of Mercy
to come get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery!
How about that?
Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She said: How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can
I see him?
The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t
make it.”
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any
more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the
university.”
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son.
She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
“Would you like a lock of his hair? the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes.
The nurse cut a lock of the boys hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it
to Sally.
The mother said, It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university
for study. He said it might help somebody else. I said no at first, but
Jimmy said, Mom, I wont be using it after I die. Maybe it
will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.
She went on, My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.
Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s
belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult.
It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his
hair to her sons room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to
sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed
was a folded letter.
The letter said:
Dear Mom,
I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you,
or stop loving you, just cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will
always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each
other again.
Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you wont be so lonely,
that’s okay with me. He can have my room, and old stuff to play with.
But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like t the
same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like,
ya know.
Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some,
but it will take a long time to see everything.
The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus
doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was
Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD!
And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on Gods knee and talk to Him, like I was
somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a
letter, to tell you good-bye and everything.
But I already knew that wasn’t allowed.
Well, ya know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen
to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is
going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him
* Where was He when I needed him?
God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you.
To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper.
Isn’t that cool?
I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in
the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper.
I’m, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all
gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t
stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent the Angel of Mercy
to come get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery!
How about that?
Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.
AndyC
Player Valuation: £70m
Someone pass me the tissues, I'm in floods here reading that.
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