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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Edward Edet, 79 years old, born on November 29, 1929, and passed away on March 6, 2009. We will remember him forever.
November 30, 2022
November 30, 2022
Hi Dad, hope you had a good birthday - I know you would love to know you have NINE grandies - all different and beautiful! Miss you, love you forever, Gazelle x
March 8, 2022
March 8, 2022
2022 - time passing so fast and you're not here - thinking of you!
November 29, 2020
November 29, 2020
Happy birthday Dad - love you, Melanie xoxo
November 29, 2020
November 29, 2020
happy birthday grandpa edward I never got to see you but I will remember you in my heart




By Tyrone
March 6, 2020
March 6, 2020
Still in our hearts - Koko, Melanie , Tyrone & Izzie xxxx
November 29, 2019
November 29, 2019
Happy birthday Dad - hope you are partying up in Heaven!!!
November 29, 2014
November 29, 2014
Woulda, coulda, shoulda been your birthday today! Miss you. Always in our hearts. Koko, Melanie and Tyrone xxx
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014
Gone?

I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone."

Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight -m that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes"
- and that is dying. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.

Bishop Brent (1862 – 1926)

Ann Edet
Wife
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014
All is well

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in 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 world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918)

Melanie Arit Edet
Daughter


(Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918)
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014
Poem of life

Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay...
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord.

Author unknown

Jeremy Bassey Edet
Son
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014
Miss Me - But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little - but not for long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go.
For this journey that we all must take
And each must go alone;
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.

Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)

Beverley Bieme Edet
Son
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

(Mary Elizabeth Frye – 1932)

William Antai Edet
Son

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November 30, 2022
November 30, 2022
Hi Dad, hope you had a good birthday - I know you would love to know you have NINE grandies - all different and beautiful! Miss you, love you forever, Gazelle x
March 8, 2022
March 8, 2022
2022 - time passing so fast and you're not here - thinking of you!
November 29, 2020
November 29, 2020
Happy birthday Dad - love you, Melanie xoxo
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