Raymond Alan Weller

1947 - 2008
LocationHampshire
Age61 years
Cause of DeathPneumonia
Date of Birth07/02/1947
Date of Death30/12/2008
Visitors342 since 23/07/2009
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Dad knew everything, could do anything and we all depended on him.
He liked to be needed, he liked to help.
In the last few months I've had a problem and rush to call Dad for advice. I always wanted to tell him I loved him but never found the words. I hope he knew anyway.

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On your birthday

We sent you our love yesterday for your birthday. I wanted to get you a balloon, I managed to find something perfect from your wife, your children and your grandsons. I hope you like them. Love you, sending happy thought to you.
Tracy

Tracy Burgess (Daughter)

February 8, 2010

On behalf of your three grandchildren

I wish you had more time with us, I wish you'd met Harry Ray who was born two months after you left. He's wonderful. I wish you could meet Cerises baby due in September.
You would have loved to spend more time with them I know. They are facinating little people.
I have made a memory book for my two boys so they'll always know how wonderful you were and how much you meant to your own three children.
I won't let Charlie forget you, ever.
Please watch over them all as they grow up, I don't want you to miss a moment of the fun and laughter they bring.

Tracy Burgess (Daughter)

July 26, 2009

OUR GARDEN

As I look out my window from my lonely room
The spring is here and the flowers are in bloom.

The cool gentle wind blows away all my tears
even after all these long, long years.

The warm summer sun dries my tears all away
as I once again try to get through another day.

The beautiful trees of Autumn stand so tall
as I watch all the leaves beginning to fall.

The snow in the winter looks pretty and white
and my garden is now such a beautiful sight.

I wish you could share all the seasons with me
But sadly I know this can no longer be.

But I know in my heart in your garden above
You look down on me and shower me with love.

The sun is your warmth, your radiant smile,
The rain is the tears that I shed all the while.

The snow is the coldness that I feel in December
and that snowman you made I will always remember.

So I will look after this garden with so much love
as I know you will look after God's in Heaven above.

Written by Jean Cavanagh 2009

Jean Cavanagh

July 24, 2009

Dear Dad

I miss you so much and think about you every day. I have tried to make sense of what has happened but it scews me up. I’m lost without you and now have to re-evaluate my place in life. I have no father and no guide. Who do I turn to for advice?
I went to the beach in Exmouth today and the sun was shining. There was a gentle sea breeze bringing with it the scent of holiday. There were children playing on the beach and dads laying on the sand. All I could think about was the holidays in Cornwall with you, mum, Cerise and Tracy. They are very happy memories but very sore ones at the moment. I thought about how I would have liked to take you sailing there or just be on holiday with you one last time. I was sat on a bench with Caroline. I had a hat and sunglasses on that did well to hide my tears.
There was so much I wanted to do with you but you went too soon. I told you to go to the doctors the very last time I saw you. If you had then you might have been able to see the yacht I was building and maybe we could have built one together.
I miss you and I plan to be as good a father to my children as you have been to us. I’m proud of you for quitting smoking and I knew for a long time that you had started again but found it touching that you bothered to hide it from me like a naughty teenager. I know my chat with you about quitting helped you get started by telling that I cared about you and that I was worried about how it would affect us all if you died and how I wouldn’t be able to deal with losing you. Well I didn’t know how hard it would be. It’s about 100,000 times more devastating than I ever imagined.
I have kept your emails because every time I read them it is like you have just sent them. It is a way of keeping you alive.
I still have dreams about you although less frequent now. It used to be that you had come back to life in my dreams and everything was normal and now it is as if you never died at all. Some dreams were difficult to cope with. You were sick and I could help you or get you to a hospital in time. I miss you. I don’t need my dreams analysed to tell me that.
I’m going to try now and be a better person. I want to make you proud and be successful. I plan to be healthy and be a good son, brother, husband and father. I hope in some way you can make it to my wedding.
You have given me more than I have deserved and I will make sure I earn everything by taking care of the Wife you left behind.
I hope in some way this message can get to you when I send it from my computer out into the ether.
I hope that I don’t disappoint you again and that wherever you are you’re happy and at peace.
You will be loved and remembered as long as I breathe.

David Weller (Son)

July 23, 2009
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