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Talisa Waterson

Talisa was born and raised in Great Cornard, Sudbury, Suffolk, England and was not yet 18 years old when she was called back to "Home". She bore her illnesses courageously and spent a very long time in hospital. She was a very friendly girl who had a very loving family. Talisa had to spend a long time in bed but she still managed to be cheerful. I asked Sheryl, her mum, if we could put Talisa in the Loved Ones and she said of course we can. The other day, her mum sent me a picture taken of Talisa a year or so back. She was at a friend's home and when the picture was developed, spirit light was swirling round this brave girl. She had a very good sense of humor and made friends very easily. To those who knew her she is sorely missed. To her parents, Sheryl and Keith, and to her grandparents who doted on her, we send all Spirit's love. I knew Talisa's Grandmother, Joan Waterson, who sadly died of a bad heart many years ago. I know that Talisa is with them, all over in the spirit world, and has given proof to her parents and others that her radiant spirit still lives on. May God bless and keep this young lady safe in his arms and may her indomitable strength keep coming through to comfort her family left behind. Safe in the arms of Jesus. Angie Christie, Night Watchman Chronicles, England

Peter John Broughton

Margaret and John Broughton wish me to write this obituary for them of their beloved son, Peter. Peter passed away tragically in 1991 at the age of 17 years. His anniversary is on the 12th August. Margaret told me that this young man was her "pride and joy". A happy lad who was very caring and loving towards her. Peter's one wish was to go to America and play Basketball and he was so fond of this game and so good at it that he became Team Captain of the side he played for. His one idol was Magic Johnson, the American Basketball player. He would sit for ages just watching a video of Magic's way of playing the game. When the day came to say goodbye to Peter, Long Melford Church was packed with his friends, family and school teachers. He has proved he is still around by playing all sorts of tricks which make us all laugh and my one regret was that I never met him over this side. I met his mum Margaret at the Spiritualist Church. How Spirit maneuvered me to meet his mother is absolutely "mind blowing" in the extreme. Too long to put on the Loved Ones page. We, over the years, have had strange unexplained things happen, both in his home and in ours. He is so mischievous and its wonderful to know he is still here with us, popping in now and again and letting us know he has visited. Through this wonderful magazine and Loved Ones page, Peter's mum, Margaret, is now in contact with another Peter's mum in USA. Karen Diorio. I am so glad that this magazine brings so many people together and to know that writing to each other has given each of them comfort. Karin's Peter also passed in August. I hope and pray that both Peters have met one another in Spirit and that their mums continue to comfort each other via letters and pictures. May God bless you, Peter, for your life, your sense of humor and '"pranks" that you play each year on the family. Angie Christie, England

The photo on the right was taken by Psychic Photographer, Ron Bowers, at the Broughton home in June of 2006. Margaret, John and Angie Christie were present at the time Ron took this photo in their home. As you can see, a Spirit Light, as straight as can be, seems to have allowed itself to be photographed. Possibly Peter sending one of his messages of love to his family.

My Beloved Son - John Leo Williamson

January 21, 1969 to December 26, 2006

I hear your voice echoing in my lingering memories. The silence of your missing presence everywhere is unbearable. I live with my tears only a breath away.

www.mayvilleoregon.com/JohnLeo.html

SAXON

Sleep you now our gentle friend,	Aunties and Uncles, you had many,
Have the rest that had been denied,	Coming with a special treat,
You were a loving dog for sure,	Aunty Brenda it was a biscuit,
And how family and friends have cried.	Aunty Margaret, a peppermint.

Your legs grew weak, you turned so deaf,	And every day you knew what time,
And walks grew shorter than before,	The Bonio tin would open wide,
You had to steel yourself to walk,	And we would give you your special treat,
And tackle steps to go out the door.	That tasty biscuit bone inside.

Through it all you never lost,	All these things we will always remember,
Your zest for life was there inside,	Now they have laid you down to rest,
Your favourite time at morn and night,	It will be some time till we feel able,
Was breakfast and supper and walk outside.	To live without you, it is our test.

To our best friend Saxon July 1994 - June 2007 RIP

From Angie and Wally - Little Cornard, Suffolk, England

BRENDA ELIZABETH MEADE

FOR THOSE I LOVE AND THOSE WHO LOVE ME

Now I am gone, release me, let go.	It's only for a while that we must part,
I have so many things to see and do.	so bless the memories that lie within your heart
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,	I won't be far away, for life goes on.
be happy that we had so many years.	So if you need me, call, and I will come...
I gave you my love, you can only guess	Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near.
how much you gave to me in happiness.	And if you listen with your heart you'll hear
I thank you for the love you each have shown,	all of my love around you soft and clear...
but now it's time I traveled on alone.	And then... when you must come this way...
So grieve a while for me if grieve you must,	I'll greet you with a smile, and say
then let your grief be comforted by trust	"WELCOME HOME."

Brenda was a dear friend of Angie Christie's and, as you can see, also of Angie's German Shepherd, Saxon,

and Angie's Siamese cat, Khan. Brenda will be sorely missed by all who knew her.