https://www.facebook.com/NowAngels/videos/962399283849407
True, Peter.

HE IS NOT GONE
He Is Not Gone. Ease your grief, he is not gone.
For in your heart he lingers on. His smile, his laugh, his special way,
Will comfort you from day to day.
You'll feel his presence in the breeze.
That dances gently through the trees.
And it's his face that you shall see.
For my Precious Child.

Picked some Proteas for you and your father, Peter, from Kings Park, where we had breakfast this Christmas. And a little bit of home too for you, although the roses are getting too much for me to look after.
"God knows I want to hold you, see you touch you, please know you are not forgotten - Precious Child, you left too soon" - playing at the moment.

I want to see you, Peter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-F_W_zl61bI

For you Peter. Precious memories you mother has of you, when she took you to Bali, you were about 6 years old. You had lots of fun, after meeting from friends from Thornlie. Bought this CD and played it at the pool in Bali. After you two learned to sign for stuff, you had a ball!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNJ-hBA_-80

Miss you Peter x

Thank you, Leon Fretz. You are a lovely man, my dear Godson.

Happy birthday Cuz. It’s been a long time but you will never be forgotten. ✊

HE IS NOT GONE
He Is Not Gone. Ease your grief, he is not gone.
For in your heart he lingers on. His smile, his laugh, his special way,
Will comfort you from day to day.
You'll feel his presence in the breeze.
That dances gently through the trees.
And it's his face that you shall see.

Happy Birthday cuz.  Miss you. xxx

Happy birthday big fella. Forever 33. Rest in peace mate.

HAPPY 44ND BIRTHDAY, PETER, GOD BLESS AND REST IN PEACE.

PETER
No person is ever truly alone.
Those who live no more,
Whom we loved,
Echo still within our thoughts,
Our words, our hearts.
And what they did
And who they were
Becomes a part of all that we are,
Forever.
Mother

I can't believe it's been 10 years Peter. Miss you.

Aunty Joanie, Uncle Aubrey, Anne and I went to your Tree yesterday, Peter. We left some flowers for you and dad. Ten years since you went, Peter. What's happening? You used to ring and ask me, "Mum, what's happening?" Rest in Peace, my child.

For Peter from Kiera. She went just before him. He was devastated.

I STOOD BY YOUR BED LAST NIGHT
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, ...I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew, in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me. - Author unknown

I cannot find the words anymore, Peter, but nothing has changed. God Bless. Mother.

Happy birthday buddy. You know I miss you.

Yes, Peter
You're always in my heart
And you're often on my mind.
I will never let you die
Just as long as I'm alive.

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, I will not be here to see,
That the sun will rise and find your eyes; filled with tears for me,
But please know you're always in my heart, and I will forever love you,
And know, each time you think of me, I will be missing you too.

When tomorrow starts without me, I need you to understand,
That an angel came, he called my name and took me by the hand.
He told me it was time to go up to heaven far above,
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.

When tomorrow starts without me, I know that you will cry,
For all my life I’d always thought that I would never die.
I had so much life ahead of me; I had so much to do,
It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.

When tomorrow starts without me, I think of the good days, and the bad,
I thought of all our fights, next to all the fun we had.
If I could have stayed, just for a little while,
I would say I'd always be here, and then I'd make you smile.

When tomorrow starts without me, I'll realise that this could never be,
As all that would be left of me, is frozen in memories.
Then I thought of all the beautiful things that I would miss tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.

When tomorrow starts without me I will walk through heaven’s gate,
I will feel at home even without my soul mate.
I know this is what I wanted, deep down within my bones,
And God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne.

When tomorrow starts without me I see everything He promised me,
“Today your life on earth is past, and now you can be free.”
“I promise no tomorrow as today will always last,
And since it's all the same you will not be longing for the past.”

So when tomorrow starts without me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me I’m right here in your heart.

It will be ten years soon, Peter. But it will always feel like only yesterday.
Mother.

SOMEWHERE IN THE SILENCE
Somewhere in the silence is the answer to a prayer
I search amongst the shadows and try to find you there.
The wind that blows so softly is whispering your name
And I search the face of strangers, as I play an endless game.
Mother.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETER. As I said NOTHING will ever be the same without you.
Mother.

Happy birthday mate. Not forgotten.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS, PETER.
HOPE YOU HAVE CAUGHT UP WITH YOUR FATHER.
YES, FOREVER MISSED, MY CHILD.
      MOTHER

Just like I did not go to your memorial tree, because your father was not with me, he was in the home, I do not come here much either. I post your messages etc, on Facebook. Also,keep forgetting my passwords.

WE LIT A CANDLE FOR YOU, PETER
"No words we write will ever say
How much we miss you day by day
Our love for you will always keep
It will never fail it lies too deep
You left so many memories
To us you were so dear
No matter when we needed you
We always found you near
We light this candle in your memory
For all the times we laughed
And all the times we cried
All the silly things you did
And most importantly,
all the care and joy you gave
God bless you and keep you
Until we meet again"
Still cannot accept that you are gone, still waiting for you to come back.
Mother

Peter, your father passed away on Sunday, 8 July. He suffered terrible pain, but now he is at rest. RIP and God Bless both of you.

Miss you and think of you frequently, my precious boy. Meeting you was always the highlight of my visits to Perth. You always found time to devote an entire day doing something with me. I will always remember what a warm, loving boy you were. Love you Peter.

Miss you cuz xxx

Peter, I can still scream when I even consider the fact that you are not around any longer. Left some white Iceberg roses for you at your tree for Easter, and some yellow ones for your Fortieth birthday. Rest in Peace, my son. 40!! God Bless.

Happy 40th cuz. Miss you xxx

Happy Birthday for yesterday, my son. Not many people leave tributes here, but they do visit, to judge from the numbers, about 50 around the time of your birthday. They have not forgotten you. 

I visited your tree on Easter Sunday and again yesterday. Took you some lovely yellow roses.

Mother.

I went to your memorial yesterday, Peter. It is quite spooky there, alone, without your father, and now that I only have two small dogs. Rest in Peace, my son. Mother.

I went to your memorial yesterday, Peter. It is quite spooky there, alone, without your father, and now that I only have two small dogs. Rest in Peace, my son. Mother.

Happy Easter, Peter. I still cannot believe it. Nearly seven years now.

Planted a new memorial garden for you at home, Peter. The other one was getting overgrown, need to clean up. Got some lovely lavender, salvia, rose periwinkle, and petunias, all purple. Will get some pictures when it grows. http://powerpictures.crystalgraphics.com/photo/periwinkle_plant_with_green_leaves_and_blue_flowers_in_cg1p75428964c_th.jpg

Thinking of you today mate. Not forgotten.

Thank you, Tim Sheppard for remembering my son.

To me, you are not gone, Peter. When I talk about you, I just do not believe that I am talking about my son that I will never see again. Mother.

Happy Christmas, Peter, wherever you are. Your seventh Christmas away, and I still cannot believe you are not here. Mother.

Love you and think of you always
Auntie Joanie

"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. – C. S. Lewis"

Still does Peter, six year later, it never ends. Mother

6 years bro. Still miss you. Still in our thoughts. Still think of what could have been.

Happy Birthday Beautiful Boy.

Miss you dearly.

Frankie xxx

RIP, Peter.
We hold you close within our hearts
And there you shall remain
To walk with us throughout our lives.
Until we meet again.

BUT NOTHING IS THE SAME
As another year passes
And New Years come and go
Our lives go on without you
But nothing is the same.
We have to hid the heartache
When someone speaks your name
Sad are the hearts the love you
Silent are the tears that fall.
Because living without you
Is the hardest part of all. Mother.

No person is ever truly alone.
Those who live no more,
Whom we loved,
Echo still within our thoughts,
Our words, our hearts.
And what they did
And who they were
Becomes a part of all that we are,
Forever.

Six Christmasses now Peter, but it still seems like yesterday.
Nothing makes sense without you.
Mother.

It is your father's eightieth birthday today, Peter. Where are you? Just remember, those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Rest in Peace, my child. Mother.