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My Sister Pauline, called Home Too Soon.

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane , I would walk right up to heaven and bring you back again.

The greatest gift our parents gave us..was each other.

If I had a flower for every memory I have with you, I could forever walk in my garden.

Rest In Peace knowing how much I love you!!

All I ask is that you remember me at the alter of God.

A sundown splendid and serene,
A sister’s kiss upon your cheek,
A timeless moment when you are thanked,
You smile but cannot speak.
Such gifts are rich beyond compare,
And compensate for grief and care.
We lost a very special sister and best friend the day you were called home so suddenly and without warning..
Loved with a love beyond all telling,
Missed with a grief beyond all tears.
Goodnight and God Bless Pauline I love you and miss you so much…xxx

Re-united with her loving parents and brothers Peter and John, sister Patrica. Missed by her loving husband Peter also daughter Susan and Ebony her granddaughter,  son Anthony, and Grandsons.. Not forgetting son – in – law Brian and Granddaughter Julie.

All of you Rest In Peace!

 

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The Town That Disapeared

It’s the summer of 1976 and people in the small Far Eastern coal-mining town of Kadykchan are flocking to their local cinema to see a new film. Foreign pictures are a big attraction and The Death of Japan is no exception.

As the lights go down and the dark red curtains open, audiences are treated to an epic disaster movie about a scientist battling to save Japan from a catastrophic tsunami.

Sitting in the projection booth is 18-year old Vladimir Voskresensky, a young man with dark hair and a rakish moustache. Back home after a year at technical school, he is enjoying his first proper job.

At the end of the showing Vladimir shuts down the projector and packs away the reels of film. Aunty Tanya who runs the cinema buffet puts away her pastries and bottles of Soviet champagne. Everyone heads home into the soft light of the long Far Eastern summer night.

None of them, not Vladimir, not Tanya, nor the cinema audiences could possibly imagine that in 20 years’ time, their own town would be facing catastrophe>>

CREDIT: Jenny Norton, BBC

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