Sending my thoughts to you up there. Xoxo
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Diane Bailey 65 years old, born on April 26, 1950 and passed away on June 2, 2015. We will remember her forever.
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Leave a tributeSending my thoughts to you up there. Xoxo
I know you rest in peace.
Thank you again for all you keep bringing in my life
Never a day goes by when I don’t think of you, hear you telling me about myself so that I can learn how to be a better person, so that I can meet the challenges that face me.
Never a day goes by that I don’t feel the impact of your love and generosity, of which I have received so much.
When I see your clothes hanging in my closet or, better yet, when I wear them, I feel your presence.
Never a moment goes by when my gratitude for having had you in my life does not grow. And I still have you in my life because you live in my heart,
Fay
Tu me manques toujours autant et je pense toujours à toi.
Joyeux anniversaire au paradis ! J'espère que tu as bien célébré ce jour qui reste le tien ici sur terre, dans nos cœurs.
Je t'aime très fort.
Tendrement, Diane A.
I am in Florida visiting with Barb & Les. Barb asked me the other day whether I miss you. You know my answer: every day, every day. She misses you too and was recalling your visits down here. You are so loved, still, by so many. No one forgets you. You live within all of us you touched, however deeply.
I'm doing a meditation Zoom this evening and will be feeling the power of meditating with you
With love and the deepest gratitude for your presence in my life,
Fay
You are always in my heart and my mind.
Je t'aime très fort.
I carry you with me everyday. We need your light to shine now more than ever. I hope it is shining from within all of those you shared it with so generously and all the many, many of us who love you. Your light will always be in the world.
Loving your memory and your presence,
Fay
Just thinking of you like so often.
I miss you and always will.
Love you!
Today is no special memorial day for you. It's just that I think of you every day, no matter the date or year. You are a constant presence in my life. Do you hear me when I speak to you? I hope so. I am always sending my love and listening to you.
Love,
Fay
Diane has been one of them that has touched us and left a loving print on and within our hearts.
Thank you My earth angel and gift from the Lord and Master of the Heavens and all that is good.
I keep on smiling at you...
Love you for always!
Thank you for being such an important part of my life. You are with me every day and I am forever grateful. How I wish I could give you a great big piece of lemon cake for your birthday today.
Love always,
Fay
Patricka
i never forget youre smill
i miss you
im sure you are in avery nice plase
Je garde un bon souvenir de Diane.. Je passe presque tous les jours devant le restaurant LE ZEYER Paris 14ème où elle aimait déjeuner ou dîner lors de ses séjours à Paris. J'espère que Cédric va bien ainsi que les autres membres de la famille. Je t'envoie cette rose Diane.
The hole in my heart fills with my love for you and the love I felt from you.
Your spirit lives in those of us whose lives you made better through the your gentle influence. I call upon it every day.
On this the first anniversary of your passing and every day, love and peace unto you.
I have a particular thought for you in this special day of your birthday.
I am sure you're celebrating it well in heaven! :)
I miss you very much. But I know you are in a better place since a little more than 10 months now.
Happy birthday dear Diane!
I love you from the bottom of my heart.
It was with profound sadness that I learnt of the untimely passing of Diane Bailey who served in UNMEE in Ethiopia and Eritrea a few years ago with so much dedication and distinction. She leaves behind a legacy of selfless service to mankind of which you should both be proud and comforted. May her blessed soul rest in eternal peace.
As a manager Diane encouraged collaboration and sharing of ideas. She never assumed she had the one right answer and was always willing to listen to others. As a result, our unit's daily coordination meetings became the envy of the section as we could always be heard laughing and enjoying each other's company. Diane's overriding quality, which I have heard others mention, too, was humility. She always saw and valued the strengths in others. Her criticism was always constructive. And she loved to foster young people. Our unit was teeming with interns, to the point that I can't remember half of them, but she was always there for them and often kept in touch with them after they left.
Most importantly, she treated her staff as people first. Now that I am a supervisor myself, I realize that I learned from her to put my staff's needs first and my manager's second, because it is my job to give them the confidence and the environment to deliver their best.
Over the years, Diane and I became friends. We often talked about our sons and found surprising parallels in our experience. We kept in touch after she retired. Even if we didn't see each other very often, I knew I could always count on her, and indeed, she was the first person I called outside my family when my son died. Even though she was dealing with her own health issues, after that she always made a point of calling me and making plans to do something together.
Even the last time I saw her at her home, despite her grim prognosis and deteriorating condition, she continued to be generous in her attention and empathy. What will I do without her now? Who will I call when the next tragedy strikes? My world is that much smaller without her generous presence.
There is a saying that to know that even one life has breathed easier because of you is to have succeeded. Diane, you have succeeded.
You are a beautiful soul. I am glad to have met you. May you rest in heaven.
"Like a butterfly in flight,
you drifted off to paradise
A journey to the rainbows end,
leaving broken hearts to mend." - Beryl Edmonds
Thanks for the friendship. I miss you dearly.
My Diane (1964)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4opYhQAAao
Say Something (2013)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2U0Ivkn2Ds
Eternally,
Beng
Untitled by Emily Dickinson (1830-1856)
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
My treasured friend,
May your loving, giving and graceful soul
rest in light and eternal peace.
Forever missed.
Yvonne
I shall dearly miss my friend, one of those rare jewels who knew how to listen, empathize, sustain her friends through their difficulties and offer such sage and Buddha-like advice when needed. She was indeed a very special and deserving woman whose life in this world made such a big difference to those who had the privilege to know her and love her.
To quote an appropriate source, Mr. Dag Hammarskjold, whose words embody the character of our dear Diane:
" We are not permitted to choose he frame of our destiny, But what we put into it is ours."
"If only I may grow - firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer."
"i believe that we should die with decency so that at least decency will survive."
Understood that she was one of God Heavenly Angels on earth.
God gave us a special moment on earth with her presence.
She was the kind of person who would take from her self to help you and comfort you when you where in need.
There are so many things that made her so special to us.
It would take volumes to list them.
I am going to remember her for the rest of my life and take the loving words and teaching she showed and enlighten me with until the father God brings me home to be with her again.
I MISS HER SO MUCH AND KNOW THAT SHE IS NOW IN THE ARMS OF THE HOLY FATHER.
WITH ALL MY LOVE MISSING YOU DIANE (My LADYBIRD) I plan to see you again when my time comes.....
I love you forever.
youre in my heart and my mind every minit
sleep in peace
Rest in Peace Diane.
We are very sad to know this. It is always difficult to part with the people we love, but you must think of all the good moments you spent with Diane. And we are very pleased to know that we were able to contribute a little bit for your good memories. Thank you for sharing that with us.
We often remember of you both, your energy and love for each other. It was a beautiful experience. Now you must be strong and, as you say, maintain her beautiful spirit.
We wish you all the best"
as expressed by Jose and Cristina (guides/hosts for the mountain bike ride to Santiago de Compostela)
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Sending my thoughts to you up there. Xoxo
I know you rest in peace.
Thank you again for all you keep bringing in my life
It's Been One Year by David Curzon
DIANE, IT’S BEEN ONE YEAR
By David Curzon
1.
I went to China six weeks before you died.
Your voice was clear and adamant on the phone:
“Don’t worry and don’t cut the visit short.
We’ll meet at the treatment after you return.”
You liked a restaurant on the Cancer Center’s block.
I got there early, watched the door. It was
a shock. You hobbled with a walking-stick.
The cancer had crippled you while I was gone.
Your nature now contained this fitfulness.
I was glad to see you still had appetite.
And then we hesitantly walked along the street.
The radiation didn’t take much time.
In the elevator you held onto my arm.
You argued you could get home by yourself.
You’d catch the bus. We took the cab I hailed.
The driver waited patiently as you painfully eased in.
The seat was soft and you managed to sink back.
You were heading for your haven and relaxed.
The traffic slowed to a stop, but started up again.
It was a comforting enclosure for us both.
And then your end. A bed in a hospital.
You couldn’t move or speak. Your limbic hours.
I looked into your eyes. My last words were absurd:
“I wish that there was something I could say.”
The pupils of your eyes grew wider in response.
You were amused I couldn’t find a thought.
This riposte was your parting gift to me:
it gave a radiance as my ultimate sense of you.
And then the coma. Your being was wheeled out
and driven in an ambulance back home
to those enduring days of breathing heavily
as your vital constitution contended on
while watched and washed by family and friends.
2.
When you were alive you were alive to things
like the resilience of the grass in Central Park
where Fay and I went yesterday to walk
on the first anniversary of your death
with all the audience, and the actors too,
from scene to scene, in one of Shakespeare’s plays,
as you and I had done in summers of our past,
and this year, acting in a Midsummer Dream,
an Oberon conjured his sleeping Queen:
Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou wast wont to see.
Dian’s bud o’er Cupid’s flower
Hath such force and blessèd power.
40 years of friendship
Just over forty-one years ago, on 3 March 1975, Diane and I met. It was our first day working at the UN. Our class of guides was gathering in a conference room in the first basement of the Conference Building. As we sat and waited we could see each new member of the class arrive. I was there before Diane. When she entered the room, I just knew that we were going to be good friends. Don’t ask me how or why; it was a gut feeling.
And that did come to pass. She was my closest friend for the last forty years of her life.
We have always shared a worldview and our psychological makeup was similar. I’m sure that had something to do with it. Some of our interests overlapped and I think we introduced each other to new interests we came to share. Among those, I led Diane to meditation and the Landmark Curriculum for Living and she led me to tennis and yoga.
But beyond all that, we shared a bond of understanding each other’s situations. I think we discussed just about everything in our lives, from personal history to whatever was going on at the moment. And we listened to each other. Everyone always talks about Diane’s wisdom (which seemed to come from the ages), her humility and her managerial skills, the excellent way in which she always met her responsibilities and took care of others. Those, of course, are all traits of hers I admired and benefitted from.
But if there was one characteristic she had that I admired above all others it was her thirst for growth, for self-knowledge and self-improvement. Diane never stopped growing. Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of our own growth. We just experience ourselves wherever we are at the moment as being normal and how it’s always been. Sometimes Diane lamented the fact that she hadn’t grown in certain areas. I hope I was able to point out to her how much she had grown. Having known her as an outsider, as someone who had come to her when she was already an adult, I could see her growth so clearly and would point it out to her when she had those low moments. She was also always able to make me see what an extraordinary life I’ve been leading when I would feel lost.
Most of all though, I learned from our friendship just how deep friendship can be, and just how powerful love for a friend is. Friendship, in some ways, is less demanding than a romantic relationship, having fewer expectations. But, in its own way, the love to be found in friendship is no less powerful.
I have had any number of romantic relationships and, of course, I had an enormous love for my brother, who died when he was 26 and for my Dad, who passed just a few years after that, and for my mother as well, who died more recently. But I can honestly say that I have loved Diane as much as I have ever loved anyone.
Diane, I am carrying you in my heart every day of my life.
Fay
I met Diane when we arrived in Namibia for the preparations for the elections. She and another colleague took the time to make sure that I was comfortable that night at the school and we have been acquaintancs since then. Not that I saw her often but she was always warm and friendly. I had no idea that she was ill and am sorry that I have only now found out that she has passed on. Gone but always in our minds. Joan Seymour