another young life ??????
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Posted:Oct 3, 2007 7:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2007 3:53 am 4268 Views
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THE teenage of swimming legend Tracey Wickham achieved her final wish this week when she married her "soul mate" just three hours before her death from cancer.
Hannah Ciobo, 19, lost her three-year fight against the disease in a Queensland hospital at 1.15am on Tuesday.
Hannah and her fiance Tom O'Driscoll, 20, had been due to be married next week by the lagoon at Twin Waters on the Gold Coast.
The couple were so determined not to let death interfere with their love story that Tom organised for a Catholic priest to marry them at the Wesley Hospital at 10.15pm last Monday.
Tracey Wickham, dual swimming world champion and former holder of the 400m, 800m and 1500m freestyle world records, said she was comforted that Hannah had got her dying wish.
"She knew what was going on, she gazed into his eyes and the love they had for each other was incredible," a distraught Wickham told Southern Cross Broadcasting today.
"Tom is the most special person ... they were meant to meet. They were meant to get cancer and they were meant to meet because he was her soul mate and vice versa.
"The year they had together was so beautiful."
Hannah died with her family and friends around her three hours after the bedside ceremony.
Her funeral service will be held on Sunday at 2pm in the chapel of All Hallows School in Brisbane where she was a student until two years ago.
Wickham said the occasion would also mark her 's marriage.
"We are going treat it as a wedding," she said.
"She's going to be buried in her wedding dress and there will be six bridesmaids and groomsmen, including my .
"Their little is going to be carrying the rings up in the chapel."
Wickham said despite her having been in a hospital gown and on oxygen she "was aware" of the ceremony, which was attended by 20 family members and friends including Hannah's father and brother Daniel.
"It was obvious she wasn't going to make it - that was her wish to be married. Tom suggested it and she agreed," she said.
"There was love in her eyes (during the ceremony). Tom was alone with her and he saw her slip away.
"She was too young to die. Hannah was a fighter until the end, just like her mother. She passed away peacefully with family and friends."
Hannah and Tom's relationship had the hallmarks of a fairytale romance.
They first met while both were in hospital receiving cancer treatment in September 2005. Romance blossomed at the end of last year when both were cleared of cancer, but Hannah's reprieve from the disease did not last long.
She was diagnosed for the fourth time in June this year, with an inoperable tumour pressing on her right lung.
Two weeks later Tom proposed as the pair launched a united battle to overcome her latest diagnosis.
Hannah had already courageously beaten cancer three times.
She was first diagnosed in October, 2004, with synovial sarcoma (a rare and aggressive form of cancer) but beat it after several operations, chemotherapy and radiation treatment.
Yet the cancer returned on two more occasions.
Tom was diagnosed in 2005 with Ewing's sarcoma - a cancer that starts in the bones or soft tissue - but was cleared last year.
Yesterday, Wickham described her - whose paintings proudly hang on the walls of the family home - as her "teacher".
"I learned a lot from her. Everyone has taken her death very hard," Wickham said.
In an interview last month, Tom described Hannah as "the most inspirational, the most colourful and the most beautiful person I'm ever going to meet".
"I'm absolutely blessed having her in my life. She makes my world so bright," he said.
Wickham, who has had knee and shoulder surgery and suffered back pain in the last few years, won 400m and 800m gold at the 1978 world titles and four Commonwealth Games gold medals (1978 and 1982).
She held the 400m and 800m world records until 1987 - long after her retirement.
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before and after marriage !!!!!!!
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Posted:Oct 2, 2007 4:44 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2008 11:13 pm 4256 Views
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a email forwarded from a single 65 year old friend  never married :))
Before the marriage:
He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.
She: Do you want me to leave?
He: NO! Don't even think about it.
She: Do you love me?
He: Of course!
She: Have you ever cheated on me?
He: NO! Why you even asking?
She: Will you kiss me?
He: Yes!
She: Will you hit me?
He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!
She: Can I trust you?
Now , after the marriage you can read it from bottom to the top !!!!
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touched by the kiss of a thought
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Posted:Sep 24, 2007 7:19 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2007 11:51 pm 3855 Views
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the dawns of my days are lightened
with the feelings of my lady thinking of me.
as my thoughts of her pass
over the water as the day goes on
they reach my lady as she lays her head on her pillow
as a gentle kiss for every thought, 24 in all
hoping the warmth of my lips is felt
and my thoughts comfort her tired mind
after a long days work
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young cancer funeral today
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Posted:Sep 22, 2007 6:10 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2007 9:25 pm 3691 Views
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*This pic was taken the day before she passed*
How sad a young life lost to cancer is it me or are the cancer suffers getting younger???
The funeral 26 year old Clare Oliver was today it was sad to see a national mourning. for out of this though there is a foundation setup that will touch many lives to come
Her story is on
She is smiling down on us now in a happier peaceful place thought now
GOD BLESS YOU
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the sweetest love story
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Posted:Sep 16, 2007 6:37 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2007 7:36 pm 3917 Views
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The Sweetest Love Story
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."
At 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat.. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.
And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.
I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, ," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."
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good bye my old friend nyahaha!!!!!
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Posted:Sep 14, 2007 3:44 am
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2009 8:15 pm 4598 Views
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today i said good bye to someone i know well he is a soppy broken heart kind of person that has not learnt to move on in life so he had to go good byeee my friend
though he does look familiar
I_HAVE_MY_YEZZA
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true friends love
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Posted:Sep 8, 2007 9:34 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 7:17 pm 4188 Views
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to find something you weren't
looking for is a blessing
to find one who compliments
your days is a treasure
when you find your life has changed
with little effort from a true friend.
there is a new begining.
for the one that makes
your days whole
it takes little effort
to show your appreciation
to open your heart and show
that you love the way
they complete your day.
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emotional knowledge
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Posted:Sep 8, 2007 7:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2007 2:01 am 3947 Views
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you know i think of times when i have been sad or down. I have had things happen or friends ring up chat or text just to say hi or thinking of you. the timing that these happen is perfect.
friends, new friends, friends of friends they all are people that have had shared experiences what you have. or you have experienced what they have aksed you advice on be it the males point of view or just a simple chat.
you can share with them your thoughts and your experience of what happened to yourself maybe help them alittle maybe they help you by sharing their problems. while you are listening to them there is a penny dropping in your head.
it makes you realise that keeping things of the past is not healthy for the future. it constrict the possibility of the one you want to share with to to get to know you wholey.
our lives can be taken for granted by some people that only think of themselves. and how much they can get from others to make themselves better. but we have the power in ourselves to make the choice to leave that behind us or to grow and learn from this to gain emotional knowledge.
like when the terrorist attack on the twin towers. we can mourn and feel sympathy for the peoples loss of loved ones. we can be scared and wonder if that will happen again!! fear that it may be me next in the next plane and never fly again!! everybody will in some way feel these things.
what happens when these acts take over our life? we never fly again!! we never love again! we never confide in people! we might as well not have lived at all. when we let these fears take over our life we are not learning. we are not growing as a person or emotionally
emotional knowledge is some thing that shapes our life, emotional knowledge gives us the strength to move on and make a new start. the self empowering of our feelings to know that life will keep going. if we do not make steps to keep up with our own emotions we will be stranded and not get anywhere, gain new friends or find that person that we can spend the rest of our lives with.
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where is angelo????
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Posted:Aug 30, 2007 6:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2008 5:23 pm 3869 Views
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where are those thoughts and songs of angelo????
i haven't seen a post of his blog for a while now???
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young one
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Posted:Aug 26, 2007 1:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2007 8:22 am 4031 Views
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What Love means to a 4-8 year old . . .
S low down for three minutes to read this.
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
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"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails any more.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
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"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
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"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
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"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
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"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
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"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
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"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
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"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
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"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
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"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
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"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
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"My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
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"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
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"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
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"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
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"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
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"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
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"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
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"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
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And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring .
The winner was a four year old whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
"Nothing, I just helped him cry"
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