13/03/1952    20/05/2004

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Woof Woof.
WE LOVE YOU DAD.






























Ian John Haslett, who was born in Walton-Upon-Thames
Surrey England on March 13, 1951, and passed away on
May 20, 2004, at the age of 53.


















































I Love you my darling Ian.
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Another day for you to wonder, another day for you to mourn
It wasn’t my intention to go before the coming dawn
My pain was deep within my heart and troubled head
It wasn’t my intention to go without words said

My frame of mind seemed normal, or so I heard them say
It wasn’t my intention not to see another day
I did not mean to make you suffer or cause you so much pain
It wasn’t my intention to never see you again

Despair and confusion left my aching mind unsure
It wasn’t my intention to suddenly close life’s door
If only I could give you reasons and brush the tears away
It wasn’t my intention to leave you and not stay

I did not mean for you to grieve, now left alone to cry
It wasn’t my intention to leave you, forever asking why
As the burden of life’s worries slowly ebb from my heart
It wasn’t my intention to tear your soul apart 




































You killed yourself and didn't think of me.
I can't blame you for that, and yet I do,
For now your pain becomes my legacy.
What agony impelled you not to be?
I loved you-wasn't that enough for you?
You killed yourself and didn't think of me,

Nor saw through my eyes what you made me see, 
nor cared about my life when yours was through.
And now your pain becomes my legacy,
And I must fight to keep my sanity,
For what you did defines what must be true:
You killed yourself and didn't think of me.

I cannot think you did it selfishly;
So great a sacrifice leaves nothing due.
But now your pain becomes my legacy,

And I must sail across that bitter sea
That leaves no trace of joy or residue.
You killed yourself and didn't think of me,
So now your pain becomes my legacy. 





 











     
           












































  






        





               


   




        







       



 


 Ian my Darling with Will our little bruiser.  




       
          
         


             
 

















I LOVE YOU MY DARLING IAN




          
    





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 Ian loved the sea beach and the birds

   

              




     


  




                                                                                                                                              
Ian when working just before he started to get sick.
Ian was a superb person who loved his wife (Lucky me)and our
dogs  ( Ben and Sam) above very much.  




I Still Feel Your Love
Written by an Unknown Author 

I know you’re gone from this earth
You left me way too soon
But I feel your love every time
I gaze up at the moon.
Sometimes I think I hear
A whisper in the wind
It sounds as if you’ve called my name
As your love to me you send.
Sometimes I do a silly thing
And your laughter fills my ears
I know you’re right here with me
But I can’t see you through my tears.
I felt your hand upon my shoulder
And I quickly turned to see
Visible... you were not
But I know you’re here with me.
In the night you sometime come
To visit in my dreams
My hands go out to touch you
But you’re just out of reach it seems.
For just a flash you appear
Standing close to me
Is it just my imagination
Or is it really you I see.
Even though you’re gone from me
And you watch me from above
I long for you everyday…
And I still feel your love.







 

   
 
     

        
               



















         


         



 

This candle burns forever in memory of 
My darling Ian.  


  

      
         

        



 THIS LITTLE DOVE OF PEACE
FLIES FROM SITE TO SITE
PLEASE TAKE IT TO YOUR SITE
 OR GIVE IT TO SOMEONE
 FOR THEIR SITE
                                                                  
     

          
  
 Ian was a wonderfully kind, loving and sensitive man.
We married a year after meeting and lived a very 
happy life the two of us each others best friend, as well as 
partners companions and lovers for many years.   
Ian made friends easily, and would make people laugh 
with his witty and daft humour he was such great fun,
 a great comedian most of the time, 
I would tell him that he should be on the stage
because he was such a joker,  just a lot of fun, 
although of course he could be very serious
if needed as well. Ian also had a great love of nature, 
he loved this world with all Gods creatures in it
and he was a true gentleman,who would help anyone needing it.  
    
Animals were very special to Ian he would rescue spiders 
from the house I was, and still am scared of them, 
but he would not kill them as Ian would
say that too are Gods creatures.I have now got used
to getting spiders out of the house unhurt. 
Butterflies and moths, Ian had a love of  these and 
would watch for any that arrived in our garden but sadly
they started to disappear the last few years of Ian's life
and he was really sad as he said it showed how we humans 
were ruining the planet. 
Ian would sit in the concervatory or outside on the patio 
and watch birds in any spare time that he had, he
could watch them for an age, calling to me if any pretty 
birds dropped in, we always had bird food on the
shopping lists, we also had a very small field mouse 
that would come through the fence sometimes and 
manage to get onto one of the bird tables. Ian shouted
for me to come and see something one day, 
I was worried thinking it was a problem but he 
whispered to me to watch this table and I saw the mouse
I almost hit him when I saw why he had called me 
as I was worried by the tone of his voice when he had 
called, but that mouse was a great favorite
of his and mine in the end and came visiting for
food for a long time, Ian always 
called me if he caught sight of it we would smile as we 
would remember the first time and how I almost
hit him I was so scared, but we laughed together at
that litle mouse climbing up to the bird house to steal their food.



And true to his birth sign Ian loved the water 
and all creatures in, and around it. 
We laughed a lot about frogs, we were always bumping 
into them when walking the dogs and Ian rescuing 
them while I would be worried that they would jump
on to my feet or get trodden on, or the dogs sniffing 
them might hurt them, Ian would pick them up so 
tenderely and put them somewhere safe, and as he
was tender with all people, so he was with creatures.


                



           
Ian was sick for over two years I tried so hard to keep him alive,
Ian would say how much he wanted to live. 
We had so many plans still left to realise. 
This was a gentle and sensitive man who loved life and I am 
lucky enough to say loved me from the day we met until he died. 
Ian suffered so much pain physically 
and emotionly through this time he was very ill. death was an
ending that I pray bought him peace, I just know though in my heart 
that he should still be alive. If only he had got the help he needed in time.
     
Ian was a salesman, and a top rate one. he worked very hard to 
be the best,and was, the best salesman, and the best man that 
I had ever met whom I loved so dearly and am completely lost without. 
I will remember Ian forever for the wonderfully tender, gentle and 
sensitive man that he was, for how could I love him 
and not remember him? You are loved and missed so much 
my darling Ian, more than I think you would ever
have guessed. You are a beautiful person whom I know I will never 
get over losing.We WILL meet again I know this.
 God Bless you my darling gentle giant, until we meet again. 



     

 






      



      





      


             






if tears could build a stairway, 
And memories  a lane,                  
I would walk right up to Heaven
To bring you home again




         




         







Ian.s mother was Irish, and it was one
of his nick names between us two. Mad Jack was another, 
and I always Got Valentine and birthday cards from 
these two Gentlemen as well as my darling
Ian. He was just THE top man. I love you darling Irish.
Darling Ian

        

Morning's dew glistens upon the ground
where angels tears fell with no sound
For love and dreams so suddenly ended
eternal day's silence be never mended
Sunset stains the clouded skies of evening
streakes of red where love lies bleeding
Darkness cloaks the reason why
and hides the angels as they cry
VAH
 

         

   
  
                  

          

I am so broken hearted without you my darling, my life will never be
anything now I will miss you forever, I am without my precious darling. 

          
 


Weeks flow into months, and months into years.
 A path strewn with sadness, and sodden with tears
 For grief is a journey that has to be shared
 Where sorrow and heartache and feelings are bared.
 Where love is a gift that you give to a friend It comforts the weary 
  and helps a broken heart mend.........XxXxX                           
Love you forever and more, miss you so much.      
Val x x x x

        

If you visit this site and have time to spare please add anything you
would like or  light a candle to keep Ian's memory alive.
 Thank you.
     
               
!! GOD BLESS YOU MY DARLING !!    
  
 



                                                                       
       
      
   









 Don't judge me for how I left this world, Remember the love I gave
Alot of grief will follow me for the decision that I made
Changes appear in everyone's life; Some good, some bad
The one I chose for myself made Val very sad 
But in time memories will heal the hurt of hearts
And my presence will be felt by all with an inner peace
Remember me when the sun is bright and laughter fills the air
And a moonlit night and a whisper of wind will tell you I am there
Don't look down on my wife or fill her heart with blame
For my leaving her without good-byes she will never be the same
If I could go back in time I'd say a last good-bye
I'd tell her to "Look to tomorrow; and for me.....do not cry."


~Author Unknown


As the wind blew I heard your voice I turned around to see your face. 
The warm wind caressed me As I stood silently in place. 
I felt your embrace from the rays of the sun As its warmth came from the sky. 
I closed my eyes, felt your body against mine and my spirit soared high. 
My tears sprinkling down As I watched the falling rain. 
Each teardrop that fell, softly whispered your name. 
In my heart I hold you close It helps made me feel complete. 
You’re in heaven, but your not really gone As you live inside of me. 
If the sun refused to shine And the wind ceased to blow. 
If the rain stopped falling You would still live inside of me
And that’s all my heart needs to know








And if I go, while you’re still here…
Know that I live on,
Vibrating to a different measure
-      behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,So you must have faith.
I wait the time when we can soar together again,
- both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
…I will be there.








This place would have been heaven to my Ian.




Comes the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,
and that company doesn’t mean security,
and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
and presents aren't promises.
You begin to accept defeats with your head up
and your eyes open.
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child;
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground it too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you can really endure...
That you are really strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn....
With every Goodbye you learn.













                    


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