| Location | Stonehaven |
| Age | 9 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Visitors | 2,234 since 23/10/2008 |
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Wezlee Clark was riding his bike in the Farrochie Park area when the collision with a car happened.
This is an absolutely tragic incident, in particular because Wezlee was so young.
My thoughts and sympathies are with his family and friends at this sad time.
Lot of Love from me to you
I just like to send my love to all, and especially to Wezlee, it still hurts, knowing you not here with us. Reading the tribute sent to you sure makes the tears roll. And you know you'll be laughing at me crying in the library, using the computers and no tissues at hand. Oh babe I hope you don't feel the pain any more and having fun in heaven as you would have on earth. Love you lots
1 YEAR :(
1 YEAR TODAY
So many tears, so many years dont wanna fall
I dont wanna crawl a broken heart and spirits torn apart shatterd hopes im so scared
i cant get up, im still greiving
i keep falling on broken wings
from a broken heart, I know it will never be the same.
oh i cant believe your gone
iv missed you for so long
why you had to leave, i will never know
why did they have to take you from us
R.I.P My Angel Wezlee :(
We love you.
Lots of love Hug / Kisses
Ur big cuz Irene n Tilly
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god bless all the family
im a good friend of wezlees auntie trina and still remember the heartbreaking phonecall about that tragic accident i still think of all the family and cant even imagine how painfull it i to loose something so precious. as the tears roll down my face i prey he is happy in heaven..
god bless you all xxxxxxx
nicole xxx
From the heart of a bereaved Mother
This is now what "normal" is
Normal
is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone
important is missing from all the important events in your familys
life
Normal
is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and
screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything.
Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.
Normal is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.
Normal
is staring at every guy who looks like he is my son's age. And then
thinking of the age they would be now and not being able to imagine it
Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will
never happen
Normal
is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness
lurking close behind because of the hole in my heart.
Normal
is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday,
commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at
how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of my
"normal".
Normal
is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your
child's memory and their birthday and survive these days. And trying to
find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not
really.
Normal
is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special
my son loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to
enjoy it.
Normal is having some people afraid to mention my son's name.
Normal is making sure that others remember them.
Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse sometimes, not better.
Normal
is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss,
unless they too have lost a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in
the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare.
Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is
unnatural.
Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because I know my mental health depends on it.
Normal is realizing I do cry everyday.
Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.
Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.
Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.
Normal
is not listening to people make excuses for God. "God may have done
this because..." I love God, I know that my baby is in heaven, but
hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why healthy babies were
taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense
to this grieving mother.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food
Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a God.
Normal is knowing I will never get over this loss, in a day or a million years.And last of all
Normal
is hiding all the things that have become normal for you to feel so
that everyone around you will think that you are "normal"
Dear Mommy
--Darlene Browning
Dear Mommy, I just wanted to let you know
that I made it home.
The journey wasn't an easy one,
but it didn't take too long.
Everything is so pretty here,
so white, so fresh and new.
I wish that you could close your eyes
and that you could see it too.
Please try not to be sad for me...
Try to understand.
God is taking care of me...
I'm in the shelter of His hands.
Here there is no sadness,
no sorrow, and no pain.
Here there is no crying,
and I'll never hurt again.
Here it is so peaceful
when all the angels sing,
I really have to go now-
I've just got to try my wings!
LOVE ALWAYS ALISON XXXXXX
Don't Mourn For Me
Mother, please don't mourn for me;
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side
each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I'm always near
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free,
but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I'll never wander out of your sight--
I'm the brightest star
on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach--
I'm the warm moist sand
when you're at the beach.
I'm the colorful leaves
when fall comes around,
And the pure white snow
that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers
of which you're so fond--
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom
you'll see in the spring;
The first warm raindrop
that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light
when the sun starts to shine,
And you'll see
that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking
there's no one to love you,
You can talk to me
through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer
through the leaves on the trees,
And you'll feel my presence
in the soft summer breeeze.
I'm the hot salty tears
that flow when you weep
And the beautiful dreams
that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on baby's face.
Just look for me, Mommy,
I'm everyplace !
(Author unknown)
LOVE ALWAYS ALISON XXXXXX
There is a little Angel,
She's watching over you.
Because you're really special,
And God loves you too.
He trained her with his love,
And then commanded her,
To leave heaven above,
To stay with you forever.
She's there when you're happy,
And when you're feeling blue.
So you never have to worry,
She'll take care of you.
When you've lost your way.
She'll guide you with her light
Little Angels never stray,
They're with you day and night.
sending all my love always alison xxxxx
A heart of gold stopped beating two shining eyes at rest, god broke our hearts to prove he only takes the best, god knows you had to leave us, but you did not go a lone for part of us went with you the day he took you home to some you are forgotten to others just a part of the past but to us who have loved and lost you the memory will always last.
The wind whispers
close to us
and tell us
you are fine
Everytime the sun
comes out
its your angel
making it shine
written by charlie winson aged 11
IVE GONE HOME
I’ve gone home to see my Father,
I’ve gone home, so don’t you cry
I’ll be waiting for you in Heaven,
In my mansion prepared on high.
No more sickness, no more sorrow,
No more pain, and no more grief.
I’ve gone home to be with Jesus
Though my sojourn here was brief.
I’ve gone home to live in Heaven
With all the blessed saints of old,
Here with Abraham and David
To stroll through streets of gold.
But there’s something else more beautiful,
So precious, beyond this crystal sea,
As I wander through realms of glory
I find my Saviour walks with me.
I’ve gone home to be in Heaven
Where there’s no sadness, and no night.
There is joy and peace unending,
In this blissful land of light.
I’ve gone home to be in Heaven,
Though you miss me, and tears abound,
Just keep believing in God’s promises,
And listening for that trumpet sound.
Because one day in God’s timing
When the Lord calls out your name
Look to the skies in awe and wonder -
We’ll see each other again
LOVE ALWAYS ALISON XXXXX
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