Memorial website in the memory of your loved one
Happy 35th Birthday Darling .  Have a great day celebrating with family and friends. Candles will be lit for you and a bottle of bubbly will be opened to toast you .  We love and miss you so, mum and dad xxx

 






Our last picture together, 4 days before he passed.

The night before Simon's wedding 15 April 2005, James was Best Man.

This is an old graphic, but I like the picture



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Life is eternal and love is immortal; And death is only a horizon, And a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. - Rossiter W. Raymon 

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. - Emily Dickinson

 

 

Beautiful portrait of Simon and James that James' sister in law Sarah, had made for Simon this Christmas 2010...Just beautiful

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 12 2010.

THINKING ABOUT YOU LOTS TODAY LITTLE BRO. Not a day passes when I don't!! Can't believe it's been 5 yrs. Love you lots and keep visiting!! Lots of love forever, Big Bro, Si, sarah and Daisy. xxxxxxxxxxxx

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk

You'll never walk
You'll never walk alone.

 

 

 

 

 

Usui and Kundalini Reiki Healing Hands - You Loved Me Giving You Reiki eh James?

The colour Pink represents unconditional love. 

 

 

 

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daugher. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com xxx


                                 






This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved son, brother, grandson and friend, James Robert Kneale, who was born in Northamptonshire, United Kingdom on Thursday 4th June, 1981 and passed over unexpectedly, on Friday 12th August, 2005 at the age of 24 years, after a car crash on Wednesday 13 July 2005, where he had been ejected from his car after a speeding BMW hit him from behind, in Johannesburg, South Africa.
We will remember and love him forever.
He leaves behind his broken hearted mum Denise, dad Bob, brother Simon, Grandma, sister in law Sarah and many friends.
His big brother Daniel, whom he had never met, and passed over on 16 April 1976, age 2 1/2hrs, was there to meet him, along with his Grandma and Grandad.
Oh what joy for James!

 

 
  

About us...

We live in a world of illusions. A world that springs from a much deeper and far greater reality.

And while at times the illusions are indeed ugly, with your physical senses you only see the tip of the iceberg.

If you could see the whole, you'd discover that the unpleasantness was only the tiniest piece of a most spectacular puzzle that was created with order, intelligence, and absolute love.

You'd see that contrary to appearances, in the grandest scheme of things, nothing is ever lost, no one becomes less, and setbacks are always temporary.

And you'd understand that no matter what has happened, everyone lives again, everyone laughs again, and everyone loves again, even more richly than before.

Bob Kneale - I Love You Jamesy xxx

The Reverend read this out at the burial of James' ashes on Winter Solstice 21 December 2005.

 

 

 

Thank you to Cathy for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son David. http://david-giraud.memory-of.com xxx

 

  

James rubbing the back of my head, just before coming out of ICU for the last time. 8 August 2005.

DEATH IS THE BIGGEST LIE WE HAVE EVER BEEN TAUGHT.
THERE IS NO DEATH, ONLY CHANGE.
Denise Kneale. 

 

 

 

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

 

 

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare.

 

        

 

James' little spot of beauty with Sunflowers, whose meaning is :

While their distinctive and brilliant appearance makes it easy to see why sunflowers have long held our fascination, when they were first grown in Central and South America, it was more for their usefulness (providing oil and food) than beauty. And perhaps this unique combination of striking beauty and utility is, in part, why sunflowers have appeared as such revered symbols throughout the ages.

It’s said that the natives of the Inca Empire worshipped a giant sunflower, and that Incan priestesses wore large sunflower disks made of gold on their garments. Images of sunflowers were found in the temples of the Andes mountains, and Native American Indians placed bowls of sunflower seeds on the graves of their dead. The Impressionist period of art is famous for its fascination with the sunflower, and this striking flower remains today a commonly photographed and painted icon of uncommon beauty.

The 3rd wedding anniversary flower and the state flower of Kansas, sunflowers turn to follow the sun. Their open faces symbolize the sun itself, conveying warmth and happiness, adoration and longevity.

James' little spot of beauty on his Birthday 4th June 2009:

 

Beautiful eyes, beautiful face,
I'm shy to talk to you.
You're the eagle I must watch
No matter what I do.
You're the beauty, wild and free,
The mistress of my eyes,
Rolling through exultant air,
Alone in pristine skies.

I would take you for my own
Could I but have your wings,
Could I but go where night begins
And frozen sunlight sings.

Could I but have you for my love,
How might we fly together!
But I must watch you from below
And long for you forever.
But I must be the one below
And long for you forever.

 

How simple to be happy here in heaven!
After all, one doesn't want for much.
Passion finds its willing partner, ever
Pleased to please with a deft and tender touch.
Yearning is like walking through a valley
Veiled in the loveliness of flowers.
All the beauty of the earth can only
Lead us to the edge of what is ours.
Etched into our love there is a message,
Not of now but of all time and place,
Telling of a truth beyond the passage
In which we move from mystery to grace.
Nor are there signs that such content can be
Except my love for you, and yours for me.

You live within me, yet I am
Without you all alone.
With you I am full of light;
Without you I am stone.

Is this foolish? Yes, perhaps,
But also it is true.
I think of life as something I
Can spend with only you.

Ah, my love! Love longs for such
Sweet celebrants as this!
Love is a burden and a joy,
Slavery and bliss.

This day of love come love with me,
Come sing with me my song.
Come be my Valentine, and I
Will love you my life long, my love,
Will love you my life long.

Be with us in the circle of our love,
Even if by chance you are alone.
Our greetings we have hope your heart will move,
Uniting our good wishes with your own.
Remember there are those who think of you,
Vested in the will to be a friend.
As distant hills give depth to what we view,
Let these words some grace to your day lend.
Each life is lived behind a sheltering veil,
Not lifted but for love. Yet when we will,
There is a wind that shifts the rampart frail,
Invading with sweet scent the spirit still.
Now may we all enjoy this fragrance fine,
Each each other's secret Valentine.

             

Blessings are the things we take for granted.
Each holiday we notice what we see.
Most know the Earth is utterly enchanted
Yet walk through life and love mechanically.
Valuing one's gifts takes resolution
After days and nights of fantasy.
Love brings the sweet relief of absolution,
Enveloping our hesitance in need.
No touch inspires so swift a revolution,
Transforming all the hieroglyphs we read.
In your love is the charity of spring,
Nor self-obsessed nor blinded by some creed,
Embracing the grey dawns that blessings bring.

 

 

Poem For My Eldest Son Daniel, who passed over aged 2 1/2 hours, on 16 April 1976 at 1.30am 'Good' Friday!! :

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Have a great St Paddy's Day Daniel and try to keep your lil bro James in order, along with his 5 mates, Billy, Pieter, Steven, Colin and Richie...Got a job on yer hands there my boy .

Lots Of Love To You My Lil 5lb Baby Mum xxx




  


 

Many thanks Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com

 

Reiki Healing Energy.

Happy 3rd Angelversary Jamesy.

I know that you are always with me and always will be. I miss you incredibly, especially at this time of year but try not to let myself get down because I know you wouldn't want that!!....You'd rather we all had a beer or 12 !!

Off camping today with the boys as you know, so will see you there round the campfire!!

There will be a fire lantern released for you so watch out for UFO's!!

Love You Lots and Lots. Your Big Bro Forever, Si xxxxx

 

 

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.

If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.

He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

 

 

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com

 

 

Should you go first and I remain
To walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear,
With happy days we've known.

In Spring I'll wait for roses red,
When fades the lilac blue,
In early Fall, when brown leaves call
I'll catch a gimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No lenght'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll,
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy,
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.

Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'd have you do:
Walk slowly down that long, long path,
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same,
For some day down that long, long road
You'll hear me call your name.
-A.K. Rowswell

     

 

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com



Seeing death as the end of life, is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.

Denise Kneale.

 

Reiki Diamond Healing Energy.

 

Many thanks to Garnet for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear brother David. http://david-dickensen.memory-of.com xxx

 

 

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com


Many thanks to Ruth for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her twin brother. http://jose-figueira.memory-of.com

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window,
or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed,
or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

Denise Kneale.

 

Many thanks to Angie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Chris. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com

 

 

 

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that
which has been your delight.

Denise Kneale.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Many thanks to Judie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Craig. http://craig-smart.memory-of.com xxx

Forget what you know and believe what you see.

James Von Prague.

 

Many thanks to Angie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Chris. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

Denise Kneale.


We're lifted up by angels
We're close enough to heaven
Far above the rain
Darkness cannot reach us
Let the angels teach us
Only love remains
We're lifted up by angels

-Jennifer Kimball and Tom Kimmel,
"Angels"

 

Many thanks to Ruth for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear twin brother Jose. http://jose-figueira.memory-of.com

While we are mourning the loss of our son,
others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

Denise Kneale.


Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com xxx

 

 

Your guardian angels are always with you. The other angels come and go as we need them.

Denise Kneale.

 

 

Were You One Of The Lucky Ones?

Did you get to meet the one that lived
every day as if it were his last?

Did you see that smiling face,
did you hear his infectious laugh?

Did you know the one that had a hug
for even the ones that fussed at him?

Did you ever go somewhere and know
when the life of the party arrived?

Did you know the one that could make
the best of the worst situation?

Did you feel like you were a special
person around him?

Did you ever feel so loved?

Were you one of the lucky ones...
that got to meet my son?

Denise Kneale.

 

              

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. From an Irish grave stone.

 

 

Whether you believe in Angels or not, your Angel from birth is always with you, just waiting for you to ask for assistance or help.

Your Family Angel's are also always around you, waiting for you to notice them and the small signs they give you each day, which you put down to coincidence or imagination. 

Be not of closed mind and heart and you will realise they never did depart.

Denise Kneale.

 

        

Everything is energy and that includes us!

Si got this painting done on canvas, during his holiday in Thailand a few weeks ago.  It is a Birthday gift for Dad.  Thank you Si Love You Lots xxx

 

 

 

Angels are beings of light, guiding our way through all of our lives and afterlives. Please don't forget you have one, or you will have to meet them for the first time when you pass and wouldn't it be much nicer if you recognised them on the earthly plane.

Denise Kneale.

You don't need a formal prayer or invocation to call the Angels to your side. Simply think, "Angels, please surround me," and they are there.

Many thanks to Kathie for the beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear friend Deb. http://deb-slusher.memory-of.com

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.

 

The more materialistic science becomes, the more angels shall I paint. Their wings are my protest in favour of the immortality of the soul.

YOU'LL  NEVER  WALK  ALONE  MY  DEAR  FAMILY -  I  LOVE  YOU ALL, JAMEZY XXX

 

You Tube video of how the Liverpool fans sing their hearts out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nfFi-_Hb2A

Whatever you put your attention on in this life will increase in your life. As you put your attention on angels, they will begin increasingly to make their presence known to you.

Men Do Cry

I heard quite often "men don’t cry"
though no one ever told me why.
So when I fell and skinned a knee,
no one came by to comfort me.

And when some bully-boy at school
would pull a prank so mean and cruel,
I’d quickly learn to turn and quip,
"It doesn’t hurt," and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years,
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though "Be a big boy" it began,
quite soon I learned to "Be a man."

And I could play that stoic role
while storm and tempest wracked my
soul.
No pain or setback could there be
could wrest one single tear from me.
Then one long night I stood nearby
and helplessly watched my son die.
And quickly found, to my surprise,
that all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry, and have no shame.
I cannot play that "big boy" game.
And openly, without remorse,
I let my sorrow takes its course.

So those of you who can’t abide
a man you’ve seen who’s often cried,
reach out to him with all your heart
as one whose life’s been torn apart.

For men DO cry when they can see
their loss of immortality.
And tears will come in endless
streams
when mindless fate destroys their
dreams.

May the Archangel Raphael accompany us along the way, and may we return to our homes in peace, joy, and health.

Many thanks to Angie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Chris. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com

Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow.

When you are sorrowful, look deep within your heart, where you will find that which you are missing, never did depart.

Father's are special people, who are often taken for granted.  They work quietly in the background until you ask for them. Then watch out whooh

Watch for the small signs each day that I send to you

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.

 

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. ~John Keats

When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark. You'll never walk alone Jamesy

Pay attention to your dreams - God's angels often speak directly to our hearts when we are asleep. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994


Be an angel to someone else whenever you can, as a way of thanking God for the help your angel has given you. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

We Remember Them / Karen Hall (Kassie Hall's mom )

In the rising of the sun and its going down,
We remember them

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We remember them

In the opening of the buds and in the rebrith of spring,
We remember them

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
We remember them

In the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,

We remember them

In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember when

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them

When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them

When we have joy we yearn to share,
We remember them

So long as we live, they too shall live,
For they are now a part of us,
As we remember them

God not only sends special angels into our lives, but sometimes He even sends them back again if we forget to take notes the first time! ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
~John Milton, Paradise Lost


Insight is better than eyesight when it comes to seeing an angel. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

Oh not a good day for mum, she was nagging me to give her a real sign, not just hearing me, seeing me, things going missing...oh no that wasn't enough, she wanted full apparition! Love you mum xxx

Now mum didn't even notice this in the churchyard, as dad was taking the pictures, she only noticed it when it was downloaded onto the pc.....wow isn't that strange

That's definately not a good face mum, but grandma thought my little place of beauty looked lovely I'm glad your face isn't like that now! I love you xxx

Thank you Si for leaving your scarf before going off camping with 12 mates in Snowdonia, as you can see mum pegged it down, so it didn't blow away lol I love you xxx

I'm a lucky man, 1 dozen red roses, balloons, glow in the dark faeries, little tea light lantern, insense burning and 2 graphics with poems, laminated of course. Thankyou, I love you

Ooops dad didn't get a close up shot of the 2 graphics and poems!  Thank you all for making my little spot of beauty stand out, just like me

Steady now grandma, why's mum propping you up haha Oh I forgot you're 92yrs!  I love you grandma Thank you for the roses xxx


http://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/2008/06/06/reports-of-ufo-over-north-wales-55578-21032339/

http://cruelkev3.blogspot.com/2008/06/ufo-over-north-wales.html

James really did have the last laugh on his Birthday 4 June 2008....The UFO's were the Chinese Fire Lanterns that Si and Sarah, lit and sent flying up from the grave, around 10pm !

Big bro holding Sarah's lantern to be released

Sarah releasing 'Big Bro' Simon's lantern

Many thanks to Kathie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear friend. http://deb.slusher.memory-of.com xxx

 

 

It's just never enough though is it James?  Well not for me, I must be greedy darling.  I love you!

 

Thank you Kathie xxx

Just Because We Love You Jamesy

Thank you Brenda xxx

 

Richard Eveleigh passed over from cancer, 15 March 2008, Age 32yrs, Richie is on the right of the picture.

Si's best friend and also one of the best men, along with James, at his wedding 16 April 2005.

You will be sadly missed Richie, but I know we'll soon feel your presence, and thanks for your message after 24hrs!

Love you Richie, talk soon, Denise xxx

I know you'll be looking after Richy wherever you are James. I'm sure you two will be having a whale of a time.......like you always did!!! All my love Si xxx


Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral.

We had the Reverend read this out at James' Celebration Of Life Service - 26 August, 2005. 

The Reverend read this out at the burial of James' ashes on 21 December, 2005.


YOU'LL  NEVER  WALK  ALONE  JAMESEY.








                


YOU'LL  NEVER  WALK  ALONE  JAMESY!

Remember they night they won darling. We love and miss you so xxx

 

Many thanks to Sonia for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-michalak.memory-of.com Hugs xxx



     







May God grant you always…
A sunbeam to warm you
A moonbeam to charm you
A sheltering Angel
So nothing can harm you.




A Xmas gift from dad to me. This tattoo is on my left arm, hope you like it Jamesy!




 


Many thanks to Sonia for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-michalak.memory-of.com Hugs xxx

 

Although, my son, to heaven you have gone,
My heart sings the saddest song,
For your smile and laughter I will always long.

I know in heaven, peace you have found,
No more of this world's craziness do you have to be around.

Just know this, my son, in my heart you will always be.
My love for you will last beyond eternity.

I miss you more then words could say,
With you again I will be some day.

So until that time shall come,
Remember, I love you so very much my son



 





Many thanks to Beverly for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-ribaudo-sr.memory-of.com Hugs xxx

 


Many thanks to Sonia for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-michalak.memory-of.com Hugs xxx

As a son I lost a father,
As a father, a son -
If the choice was mine I'd rather
Had not lost either one.

I do not know where I come from
Or where I am to go.
True, this fate is less than some
And more than some can know.

My father, my son - you both I miss
But we shall meet someday
In the kingdom where angels kiss
To chase the clouds away

 

 


 

 



 


Many thanks to Sonia for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-michalak.memory-of.com Hugs xxx

There comes a time in our life
And we wonder why some things happen.
I remember the day I had come to you ,
And there wasn't anything I could do,
But I have learned that love and memories
Outlast the pain and grief.
There's a place inside the heart where love lives.
Where nothing beautiful can ever be forgotten
Like a person as wonderful as you, James
You can never be forgotten, my brother
So fly on, proud bird
God has set you free





 


Many thanks to Sonia for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-michalak.memory-of.com Hugs xxx

 



 

James age 16yrs and Big Bro Si age 20yrs. Broederstroom, South Africa, 1998.



 

Many thanks to Beverly for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-ribaudo-sr.memory-of.com Hugs xxx



 



 

Jamesy, my last Full Moon with you in the physical, when we were dancing and playing with Majick and Hooch on the lawn. Dad was asleep so you took this photo Randpark Ridge, South Africa - March 2005.


 







 

  

 

 

 

Jamesy age 13yrs with Dad at home in Saigon, Vietnam - 1994.







Jamesy and Dad after a swim on Xmas morning. Dad's Santa hat stayed onOur last Xmas with you Fourways, South Africa - Xmas 2002



 

 

 



               

 

We know you are always with us, when we're watching a Liverpool match...Thank you for your presence, we love it!

 

 

 

Jamesy having a cuppa with his Grandma - North Wales 2004



 

Many thanks to Sonia for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son. http://michael-michalak.memory-of.com Hugs xxx

 

 








Jamesy age 23yrs and Big Bro Si age 27yrs - Royal Oak, Caerwys, North Wales - 2004


 


Many thanks to Sonia for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Michael. http://michael-michalak.memory-of.com Hugs xxx


James, Mum, Dad, Si and Dale - Dad's 50th Birthday - South Africa 2001.








 

Death the last sleep?

No, the final awakening.


 

Mum, you've always said I can add to the site, but haven't felt the need until now, and you've been doing such a great job!  This year seems the hardest so far? Love Si - July 2007....

Yes Si, it is, but remember darling that all is as it should be and all will be well.  All you need is Love and Trust and Belief. Love you lots mum xxx

 
Simon's Eulogy For James' Celebration Of Life Service
'I just want to reiterate the Reverend' words and thank you all so much for coming today. This is the second service for James, the first being in South Africa last Saturday where over 40 of his friends attended. If theres one thing i hate, it's funerals and James felt the same way. Thats why, as you can see, we've done it exactly how James would have wanted it...as colourful and loud as possible...James really wouldn't want it any other way. I know i speak for mum and dad as well when i say that we see today as a celebration of James's life and i hope you can share with me some of the stories from over the years. Please don't be afraid to laugh....thats the whole idea of this eulogy!! We couldn't have chosen any other venue as it was here that James was one of the best men for my wedding back in April and he didn't stop smiling all day.
James Robert Kneale was born on the 4th June 1981 at Northampton general hospital. I remember it well because approximately a month before he was born i plucked up the courage to flush my dummy down the loo. Obviously the 4yr old Simon logic behind this was that big brother couldn't be see sucking on a dummy when baby brother arrived!! So mum was taken into hospital at about midnight and by 6am she was still there, James intact. I think it was actually dad who finally pursuaded the nurses to give mum some pethadine much against her wishes and at 0640 James entered this world. I recall visiting the next day with great excitement and intrepidation at seeing my new little brother....i think i ruined the moment though when my first impression of this little brother was the statement, 'oooh mummy, ain't he hairy!' and hairy he was from head to toes....and as you can see from the recent photos, not a lot changed!!!
Through his early years James was, what you would call, a bit of a handful. (again, nothing new!!) I remember when we were growing up in Sychdyn, just down the road, and James had just started crawling and he developed a taste for........well, pretty much anything really. On many occasion mum used to find him crawling behind the sofa munching on a dead bluebottle with a big smile on his face, but his preffered delicacy at the time seemed to be catfood which he frequently endulged in when the watchful parent eyes were turned!!! Another time we discovered that he had managed to wedge his thumb into a plastic tube which required precision hacksawing from dad to remove. I think the whole removal took about 15minutes with James' ongoing pleas to dad of dont cut off my thumb!! And then he fell over knocking his front baby teeth out which left him with a big toothless grin for years until his new ones came through, and then the disclocating knee incident and then the falling off his bike and breaking his jaw.......the list goes on!!!
As he grew older he obviously aquired a taste for better things......such as the time the family had taken the caravan away for a week in South Wales. I recall that we were all in the field playing football and such like when we realised that James had been missing for a few minutes. So we searched the likely places.........the playpark, underneath the caravan, the shower block???.....it wasn't until dad went back to our caravan to find him lying underneath a box of white wine with an expert hand on the tap and a big open mouth. I'm not sure what kind of look James gave dad when he walked in on him but i seem to remember it was more of absolute pleasure as opposed to guilt!!!
James discovered girls at an early age. At the age of 6 we used to take him round to his friends house. Mum would sit downstairs chatting whilst James played with his friends. Again, it was one of those occasions where we noticed he was missing. It didn't take much searching before we found him within an upstairs wardrobe with his 6 yr old girlfriend, Ceri!!! I won't go into any detail!
As a brother James was one in a million. From the moment he was born my duty was obviously to protect him.........and bully him. During our early years i discovered the art of sneaking into James's bedroom and provoking him to come and fight in MY bedroom. The obvious consequences were that when dad used to come upstairs to the racket, i was always lying in bed with an innocent face and James was blatently the guilty one who had come in to cause trouble. (I think Thea, our babysitter, cottoned on to this whilst mum and dad were out and soon put an end to it!!! When i say put an end to it however i do remember times when Mum and Dad had arrived home to find Thea sitting on the stairs as this was the only watchpoint to stop the inter bedroom invasions between us!!!) Several years later when James was about 8 and i was 12 he did manage to get his own back.....chasing me through the house with a large plastic aligator i managed to fall backwards over a chair and break my arm. James was always deepfully regretful of this.....although there was always a slight smirk on his face when it was mentioned in conversation!!!
As the years went on we became closer and closer and i always had a watchful eye over James. We became good buddies once he'd grown up a bit although i did start to dislike him a bit when he started beating me at pool, darts, golf....and indeed drinking!! The reason i'm in uniform today and not a Liverpool shirt is that James has always told me how proud of me he was for joining the police and wherever he was he always had a photograph of me in my uniform (it was my battle uniform as opposed to this one hence him nicknaming me robocop!!!) He said that the photo was my protection over him whilst he was overseas.
And so the years went by and we moved out to Vietnam where James went to the International school in Saigon where he made many friends. Following this we moved to South Africa where James spent a significant part of his life and went through his rebellious teenage stage which included amongst other things a tattoo, a pierced ear, a pierced eyebrow and a pierced nipple!!!. He went to college and then to the National School Of Arts where he developed his superb talent for drawing, painting and sculpting. This was a natural gift of James and his art was superb (we've brought some of it to the pub after the service.) James made a very special group of friends in SA. They were a very close knit group and were always there for each other through thick and thin. He always called them 'his boys' and i know that he will always be one of theirs. He's always been a bit of a hit with the ladies and always had a bit of a silver tongue (he was obviously taught well!!) and so it was quite difficult to keep up with current girlfriends of which there was occasionally more than one at a time.
James' other love was football and as you've probably figured he was a dedicated Liverpool supporter. I've never known him to ever miss a Liverpool game. Wherever he was in the world he used to find a screen that was showing it and i believe spent a few nights in the pub with Dad supporting along. I'll never forget the look on his face when me and craig took him to Anfield last year to watch the champions league clash against Monaco. We'd told him that we couldn't get tickets but would watch the match in a pub next to the stadium. After a cheeky pint we walked across the road to the stadium and gave him his ticket. From that moment he had a permanent grin on his face....for about three weeks i think. I think it's quite apt that this was his first home game except....and the start of a campaign that saw us become european champions. A night that i rang James in celebration but could hear nothing but cheering!!! When James moved back to SA i often used to ring him from the kop at the start of the match during the You'll Never Walk Alone anthem just so he could hear it live and used to sing along to it whilst watching it on the big screen!!
And so i'm going to finish here. James is one in a million. He would have done anything for anyone, especially his family. When he took the decision to stay out in South Africa i'm told that he missed us all terribly and was planning on leaving, what he considered his homeland, to move back to the UK so he could be near us. James has a unique charm which makes people take to him as soon as they meet him. I know that all of my friends got on really well with him and dozens of other people have expressed what a star he was. He had a very sharp sense of humour and could have anyone in stitches. I have a lasting image of James with a big grin on his face and that trademark wink that we all knew.
I 'd like to invite you all to the Royal Oak after the service for some food and drink and hopefully some more funny stories about James. We've got a few photographs from over the years and also, as i mentioned before, some of his artwork.
I intend to draw all my strength with the great memories i have of James and i hope you can all do the same.
thank you.

 





When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that
which has been your delight.







W.A.F. Stands for: We Are Family
              

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone 


                                                                
 





Many thanks again to Angie mum to Christopher. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com for this fantastic graphic.  Please light a candle for her son.  Hugs Angie xxx







Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.









African sunset taken by James 1998.

African sunrise taken by James 1998.
Call me Jamesy, like you always did each day!




Family collage. Many thanks to Judie Smart, Craig's mum http://craig-smart.memory-of.com  for this beautiful graphic. 
Love and Blessings to you xxx

           





James Robert Kneale
Born on Thursday 4 June 1981 at The Barrett Maternity Home in Northamptonshire.
James finally arrived on planet earth, after much persuasion, at 5.50am, weighing in at 7lbs 4ozs, with a head circumferance of 13" (ouch!), and 23" long.
He was black in colour, which was quite alarming for his Dad, but it was because the umbilical cord was around his neck 3 times, and had to be cut before he could be delivered!!  By the afternoon, his little hands and feet were still purple'ish in colour. 
When his big bro Si, age 4yrs first saw him, he just said in a very loud voice:  "Oh mum, isn't he hairy!", and he was quite right....James had long dark / auburny hair, which went down his back, around the tips of his ears, across his shoulders and the nurses would always say to me: "Well, there's no mistaking your baby Mrs Kneale!".
Luckily, it rubbed off as it usually does, and he was left with long hair, but only on his head!!  
Although, if it hadn't rubbed off, we would still have loved him!!

Many thanks to Judie Smart, mum of: http://craig-smart.memory-of.com for this beautiful graphic.
Love and Blessings to you xxx




James gave us his first sign of an owl to 3 of his buddies, just 48hrs after he had passed over. Another one swooped right down to our windscreen in a dark lane, around 8wks after his passing.
Thankyou Jamesy




This reminds me of you and Tyrone playing the drums and guitar.  Oh how I wish I could hear you playing again


James and Simon surfin, Port Alfred, South Africa.



Don't Worry About A Thing
Dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!

Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)

Singin: dont worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: dont worry (dont worry) bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!

Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, this is my message to you-ou-ou:

Singin: dont worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. dont worry!
Singin: dont worry about a thing - I wont worry!
cause every little thing gonna be all right.

Singin: dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right - I wont worry!
Singin: dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: dont worry about a thing, oh no!
cause every little thing gonna be all right!
Bob Marley.


Thanks Dad for everything.  I will love you eternally Jamesy xxx


Many thanks to Kathie Raley for this beautiful graphic, blessing to you.  http://krystal-ebel.memory-of.com 

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DEATH, ONLY CHANGE!





Many thanks again to Angie mum to Christopher. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com for this lovely graphic. xxx


Candles Are A Gift Of Light
Candles are a gift of light,
A tiny sun, a bit of star.
No other dancer in the night
Dances with such sheer delight,
Little souls serene and bright,
Each a glimpse of what we are
Shining innocent and pure.
Blessings Be.



Many thanks to Brenda mum to William. http://william-myers.memory-of.com for this beautiful slideshow. Blessings to you xxx



Many thanks to Judie Smart, mum to Craig, http://craig-smart.memory-of.com for this beautiful graphic.
Love and Blessing to you xxx



James and his 24th Birthday gift a VW Golf - May 2005, South Africa.




Before I Was Myself, You Made Me, Me

Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me

With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,

And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free. 



James celebrated his Birthday's in: 
England, Wales, Austria, Saigon and South Africa.









James 21st Birthday Party with his family and buddies. Saturday 4 June, Fourways, South Africa, 2002.
     

James' 18th Birthday Gift. A Paracute Jump.
4 June 1999, Witbank, Nr. Pretoria, South Africa.


Many thanks to Judie Smart, mum to Craig, http://craig-smart.memory-of.com for this beautiful graphic.
Love and Blessings to you xxx




James at his surprise 21st Birthday party - Saturday 4 June 2002, Fourways, S. Africa.
Let's Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Your speakers were always blasting either in the house or in your car,  I miss them now!












Thank you to Brandy Hazel, mum to Cole: http://cole-ray-hazel.memory-of.com for the beautiful graphic. Blessings to you xxx






Thank you to Judie Smart, mum to Craig: http://craig-smart.memory-of.com for this beautiful graphic. Blessings to you xxx




Thank you to Judie Smart, mum to Craig: http://craig-smart.memory-of.com for this beautiful graphic. Blessings to you xxx








   

You’ll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone.

Written by Rogers and Hammerstein for the 1945 Broadway musical 'Carousel', Gerry Marsden and his Pacemakers performed the song in Liverpool clubs during the birth of Merseybeat. "The audience would just stop, stand and listen. It had this immediate effect," says Marsden. Released in October 1963, YNWA was the Pacemakers' third consecutive number one and nowhere was it more popular than on the Kop, as fans sang along with the PA before matches. When it fell from the top spot, Kopites continued to sing it and YNWA has been played and sung at Anfield ever since.





Many thanks to Ann for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Jason. http://jason-simmons.memory-of.com Love and Blessings to you xxx



Our James is always near to us throughout the year.  
He will be celebrating all the holidays, birthdays and anniversary's, with his Grandma, Grandad, Big Bro Daniel and his 5 friends Billy, Pieter, Steven, Colin and Richie, who is a newbie from 15 March 2008, lighting up our skies with their celebrations.
We love and miss you so James xxx









Many thanks to Tracy Shilt sister to http://james-gordon-memory-of.com for this beautiful graphic.  Blessings to you.






Many thanks to Kathie Raley for this beautiful graphic as always.  Please light a candle in memory of: http://krystal-ebel.memory-of.com 





Many thanks to Tracy Shilt sister to: http://james-gordon.memory-of.com for this beautiful graphic. Blessings to you.

Life is a great sunrise.  I do not see why death would not be an even greater one.
         



James age 21yrs, sailing with seals. Plettenburg Bay, South Africa 2002.





YOU'LL  NEVER  WALK  ALONE  JAMESY










AN ANGEL WALKS BESIDE ME

An angel walks beside me,
I feel him everyday,
he helps me through lives ups and downs,
and whatever comes my way.
He guides me down the road of life,
and lights the darkest roads,
he picks me up and carries me,
when I can not bear the load.
He helps to ease the pain I feel,
he mends my spirit, too,
he holds my hand, and shelters me,
and gives me courage and strength, too.
He speaks to me with words of love,
and he listens to my pleas,
he was sent here from the lord above,
to guide and comfort me.
I know he's always watching,
though his form I can not see,
its a peace I feel deep in my heart,
that leads me to believe.
An angel walks beside me,
I feel blessed everyday,
that the presence of this angel,
will never go away. 




              
James age 24yrs - We had been sitting out on the verandah, as it was a full moon.  February 2005, Randpark Ridge, S. Africa.

One Of James' Favourite Songs. He Had It Written Down, And We Found It When Going Through His Belongings, And Played It At His Celebration Of Life Service.

IMAGINE  BY  JOHN  LENNON
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one 

Yes James was defintely a 'dreamer', thank god! Luckily our family has more than one 'dreamer'!







                        











      


     
Although, my son, to heaven you have gone,
My heart sings the saddest song,
For your smile and laughter I will always long.

I know in heaven, peace you have found,
No more of this world's craziness do you have to be around.

Just know this, my son, in my heart you will always be.
My love for you will last beyond eternity.

I miss you more then words could say,
With you again I will be some day.

So until that time shall come,
Remember, I love you so very much my son.






Go Forward With Courage

When you are in doubt, be still, and wait;
when doubt no longer exists for you, then go forward with courage.
So long as mists envelop you, be still;
be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists
-- as it surely will.
Then act with courage.

Ponca Chief White Eagle (1800's to 1914)


















JAMESY  WE  LOVE  YOU!




 My Sons

Sticky fingers,
dirty face
rugs and pillows
out of place.

Cars and tractors
here and there,
blocks and boats
everywhere.

Gold and silver
have I none,
but worth a million
are my sons. 






















Mum, James, Si and Dad - Sun City, South Africa 1998




            
James, remember this 'early' Christmas we all had together, when Si and Sarah came to S.A. in December 2002 - What a great time we had - And 2 Christmas Dinner's!!!!?



Sailing towards Knysna Heads - Eastern Cape, South Africa.



      



                               



Jamesy, on Winter Solstice - 21 December 2005, your ashes were buried.  
On the day of the Solstice, the postive energy was high, when your remains, rejoined the earth, which is after all, pure energy, the same as us!
 




































FOOTPRINTS  IN  THE  SAND

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with God.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to God,
“You promised me God,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”

Then God replied,
“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson.
 






        
















YOU'LL   NEVER  WALK  ALONE!













SEEING  DEATH  AS  THE  END  OF  LIFE,  IS  LIKE  SEEING  THE  HORIZON  AS  THE  END  OF  THE  OCEAN.











FOR  THE  BEST  DAD IN  THE  WORLD!

MY FATHERS EYES 

Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.

Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

My father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Written And Performed By: Eric Clapton







Our last Xmas together as a family.  Fourways, South Africa 2002.

This little dove of peace flies from site to site.
Please help it make a line around the globe by taking it to your site or giving it
to someone for their loved ones memorial.
Thank You. Started by Adam Slone's family!

http://adam-john-slone.memory-of.com

































FOR  MY  BIG  BRO  SI

The road is long, with many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong, strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

So on we go, his welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know, he would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

If I'm laden at all, I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart isn't filled with the gladness
Of love, for one another

It's a long, long road, from which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

HE AINT HEAVY, HE'S MY BROTHER - 24/09/1988
2 weeks at #1 - 11 weeks on chart
Performed by The Hollies
































TheCord

We are connected, my son and I,
by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It’s not like the cord that connects us at birth,
this cord can’t be seen by any on earth.
This cord does its work right from the start,
it binds us together, attached by the heart.
I know that it’s there, though no one can see
this invisible cord, from my son to me.
The strength of this cord,
it’s hard to describe,
it can’t be destroyed, it can’t be denied.
It’s stronger than any cord man could create;
it withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone and you’re not here with me,
the cord is still there though no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore,
but this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I’m thankful that God connects us this way,
a Mother and Child.... Death can't take it away.
















An Indian Prayer

O’ Great Spirit,
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world
Hear me! I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom.
Let Me Walk In Beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunsets.
Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I Seek Strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy--- myself.
Make Me Always Ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So When Life Fade,s
as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.
 










James was a Gemini, here are some of the characteristics:

General Outline:
Narrow.  The whole body seems to be much longer than it is wide, although that doesn't necessarily mean thin.  The body is quite well balanced in that the shoulders and hips are about the same size, and so instead of seeing a round outline, or a triangular one, the onlooker sees a sort of vertical rectangle.  
The body is carried lightly, as though it weighed very little.  Posture is good, very upright, and there is no stoop or curve.  Geminis are light on their feet, too, almost skipping as they walk.

Height:
Tall, in almost all cases.

Hair:
Traditionally supposed to be dark brown or black.

Complextion:
Well-coloured, sometimes rather yellowish or olive in complextion.

Distinguishing features:
The most noticeable thing about Geminis is that they talk - unceasingly, and about anything and everything.  The voice is usually light, and speech is extremely rapid.  There are a lot of arm and hand movements to aid communication; note that the arms, and legs are often long, but the hands don't quite match them; Gemini hands are short and rather square in many cases.

Face:
The Gemini face is usually rather long.  The forehead is noticeable, with very prominent temples; often the hairline starts well back on the head, leaving the forehead area full and rounded.  This is particularly easy to see on Gemini men as they get older and their hair starts to recede.  The features are small, and rather sharp looking, almost pointed; this includes the nose, but a Gemini nose is often small and pointed, rather than being a curved or Roman nose.  The eyes sparkle when a Gemini speaks, particularly when he is telling a story, as is often the case.
  



That's our James! Most of this fit's. He was 6' 1" tall, with very dark hair, and at 24yrs, already had a receding hairline. He was very talkative and used his hands a lot, but his hands were long, with very long fingers. His complextion was olive and in South Africa, he looked spanish. His face was also long and he had huge dark brown eyes - a hit with the girls!





            

Baby James 48hrs old and mum, just home from nursing home. Saturday 6 June 1980.

FOR  MY  MUM
Your mother is always with you...
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of bleach in
your freshly laundered socks.

She's the cool hand on your
brow when you're not well.

Your mother lives inside
your laughter. She's crystallized
in every tear drop...

She's the place you came from,
your first home.. She's the map you
follow with every step that you take.

She's your first love and your first heart
break....and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, Not space...
Not even death....
will ever separate you
from your mother....

You carry her inside of you
 













James 18th Birthday gift - A parachute jump at Witbank Nr Pretoria S.Africa - 1999.


James age 21yrs, waiting for our helicopter flight. Eastern Cape, South Africa 2002.


James age 20yrs taking mum's car for a spin!  Fourways, South Africa 2001.


James age 24yrs, at his big bro Simon's stag night. North Wales, UK. 15 April, 2005.


James age 24yrs, target shooting with his dad. Jo'Burg., South Africa. May 2005.


James age 21yrs playing his digeredoo with his Godmother Joanna Tolkien visiting from UK and playing my bongo drum! November 2002. Fourways, South Africa.


Memory

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is shining alone.
In the lamplight the whithered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.

Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses wither away
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day

Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different jellicle life

Memory, turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up, enter in
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
Then a new life will begin

Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Sunlight, through the trees in the summer
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading

Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
.
Written by Andrew Lloyd Webber for the musical Cats.




W.A.F.  We Are Family.  Simon's wedding 16 April 2005, North Wales, UK.  Just 4 months before James passed over.





Mum, Dad, Si, James and Dalie, on Dad's 50th Birthday 2001, Fourways South Africa.

 


                        
                                       

                                                                                                                               
                                       

                             

                               



















  
                           

 















       
   












 
Mum and James 4 days before he passed over - 8 August 2005, South Africa   


    







Yesterday evening I had a phone call from James' friend Barrie, in South Africa.  
He was the bearer of sad news, telling me that an old friend of James, had passed over on Sunday 14 January, 2007, following a motorcycle accident. in Australia, where he and his family now live.
His name is Colin Graham Smith, born on 4 March 1982 and passed over on Sunday 14 January, 2007 in Brisbane, Australia, at the age of 24yrs.
Barry, Candice and the rest of Colin's and James' friends, are having a Memorial Service on Sunday 21 January, 2007, at Fourways, JoBurg., South Africa.
The family service will be held on Monday 22 January, 2007, at 11am.
He and James went to school together in South Africa, and now it's hard to believe that 5 of these beautiful young men, who were friends, have now passed over.  Billy, Pieter and Stephen passed over on 7 July, 1997 age 15yrs, in a fire, JoBurg., South Africa.
I imagine all of them together now, getting upto all sorts of things!
Please pray, send healing and anything else to help his loved mum Julia and family.



These 2 photographs were taken at a braai, in Billy's home shortly after he had passed over with Pieter and Stephen.
JAMES, COLIN, BILLY, PIETER AND STEPHEN,  FRIENDS  FOR  ETERNITY








        










What a lovely gift to share with you all.  
James' friend Jarrod became a father to a beautiful baby girl on 12 January, 2007.  Bailey Scarlet Curren, mother and baby doing fine.  
Jarrod is very proud to be a father, and we're sure that James is laughing at Jarrod buying diapers now, instead of a pint!

Jarrod with beautiful Bailey Scarlet - James is one of her guardian angels.  Congratulations to the Curren family.



Tears In Heaven


Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
cause I know I dont belong here in heaven...

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?
Ill find my way through night and day
cause I know I just cant stay here in heaven...

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please...begging please

Beyond the door theres peace Im sure
And I know therell be no more tears in heaven...

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
cause I know I dont belong here in heaven.

Performed By Eric Clapton - 1993










As a son I lost a father,
As a father, a son -
If the choice was mine I'd rather
Had not lost either one.

I do not know where I come from
Or where I am to go.
True, this fate is less than some
And more than some can know.

My father, my son - you both I miss
But we shall meet someday
In the kingdom where angels kiss
To chase the clouds away.
 




                             




                              








There comes a time in our life
And we wonder why some things happen.
I remember the day I had come to you ,
And there wasn't anything I could do,
But I have learned that love and memories
Outlast the pain and grief.
There's a place inside the heart where love lives.
Where nothing beautiful can ever be forgotten
Like a person as wonderful as you, James
You can never be forgotten, my brother
So fly on, proud bird
God has set you free.

 






Moving On
by Nick Alcantara © April 2001

It will take a while
But healing will come
Above the dark clouds
The sun still shines

The initial shock has faded out
But the longing and hoping will not
Let me grieve
But perhaps not forever
I'm ready now
To take what life has to offer


Yes indeed
Let me start all over gain
My dying is done
And I feel born again

There's no sorrow without pain
Better to light a candle
Than complain
For in life
There are no ends
Only new beginnings
 











JOHN  LENNON  LYRICS:  STAND  BY  ME

For My Big Bro Si

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Darling, darling stand by me
Stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Many thanks once again to Judie, mum to Craig, for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son. http://craig-smart.memory-of.com Blessings to you xxx


Thank you so much to Brenda mum to William: http://william-myers.memory-of.com for this beautiful slideshow. Please light a candle for her dear son.
Blessings to you xxx






Many thanks to the family of William for this beautiful graphic.  Please light a candle for their dear son: http://william-myers.memory-of.com Blessings xxx

Many thanks to Dessa, mum to Joseph, for this beautiful graphic.  Please light a candle for her dear son: http://joseph-smith.memory-of.com Blessings to you xxx



Ask my Mum how she is and because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie because she can't describe the pain.
Ask my Mum how she is, she'll say "I'm all right."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night ?

Ask my Mum how she is, she seems to cope so well,
She didn't have a choice you see, nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mum how she is, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake Mum, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken!

She'll love me all her life, I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is, she'll lie and say she's fine.
I am here in Heaven I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen, hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mum,
With all the lies you told!!"
From Jamesy 3 August 2007.






Once again many thanks to Katie Raley for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle in memory of Krystal. http://krystal-ebel.memory-of.com 

As well as guitar and drums, James also played the Digeredoo, an Aboriginal instrument.





                




Sunday 12 August 2007, will be 2 long, sometimes short years, since we saw our Jamesy.
I don't know what to say, except that it's going to be a long journey without him here with us, in the physical.
Jamesy, thank you for all your communications and signs and healing and a good boot up the ass when I've needed it!
I am grateful that I am able to communicate with you, and I'm grateful for the 24yrs that I had you with me in the physical form.
I have 2 Angels and 1 Earth Angel.  I love and am grateful for all of you.
Love is all you need mum xxx

A Piece Of Sky

   
It all began the day I found
That from my window
I could only see
A piece of sky.
I stepped outside and looked around,
I never dreamed it was so wide
Or ever half as high.

The time had come
To try my wings
And even though it seemed at any
Moment I could fall,
I felt the most
Amazing things,
The things you can't imagine if
You've never flown at all.

Though it's safer to stay on
The ground,
Sometimes where danger lies
There, the sweetest of pleasures
Are found.
No matter where I go--there'll be
Mem'ries that tug at my sleeve
But there will also be more to
Question yet more to believe.

The more I live--the more I learn.
The more I learn--the more I realize
The less I know.
Each step I take
Each page I turn
Each mile I travel only means
The more I have to go. 





Dad, Si, Mum and James - N.Wales 2004.



You Are My Lucky Star

You are my lucky star
I saw you from afar
Two lovely eyes at me
They where gleaming
Beaming
I was starstruck

You're all my lucky charm
I'm lucky in your arms

You've opened Heaven's portal
Here on earth for this poor mortal
You are my lucky, lucky star...

From Singing In The Rain 1952.
Music By:  Nacio Herb Brown
Lyrics By:  Arthur Freed



 
Many thanks to Kathie Raley for the Liverpool Graphic.  In memory of: http://krystal-ebel.memory-of.com

My Mum Is A Survivor

My Mum is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
To help her understand.
But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving Mum,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven's open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My Mum tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her
Knows it's her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving Mum
Through heaven's open door...
I try to tell her
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
Or ease the burden she bares.
So if you get a chance,talk to her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels.
My surviving Mum has a broken heart
That time won't ever heal.
 









Thank you to Dianne and Pauline for this beautiful graphic, daughters to Norma Starkey.  Blessings To You All xxx






Jamesy, thankyou for being with us all last night, 31 March, for Si's surprise 30th Birthday meal. You left some great Orbs as you can see on the pictures!!
We will take some more on 4 April, when we go and see Si on his actual birthday, so leave some more please

2 Orbs in this pic., 1 by Sarah's chin and 1 on Si's tummy!

2 Orbs again. 1 on Mark's shirt and 1 on the green wall above him.


6 Orbs in this pic., 1 on Mark, 1 inbetween Si and Mark, 2 above them and 2 on the right hand side.  Good one James! x

4 April 2007 - Simon's 30th Birthday with lots of Orbs around Sarah.  Strangly enough the card Si is reading is the one I always get for Si, from his Spirit Lil Bro James! Si and Bob always get Birthday and Xmas Cards from Jamesy. Thank you for the signs Jamesy! xxx





                           

This song is dedicated to my eldest son, Daniel who passed over at the tender age of 2 1/2hours, on Good Friday 16 April, 1976 and of course to our Jamsey.


DANNY  BOY

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me. 


Background: This song was written byFrederick Weatherly, an Englishman around the turn of the 20th century using an old Irish aire. It was popularized in vaudeville by the Irish Americans and soon became a St. Patrick's Day favourite.







Elizabeth, Denise's Mum And Grandma To James and Simon. Born Cullinan, South Africa.
Those Irish Dark Eyes And Half Irish
.
Elizabeth passed over on 27 November, 1993, age 81yrs.


When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it's like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

There's a tear in your eye,
and I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such power in your smile,
sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be,
You should laugh all the while and all other times smile,
And now smile a smile for me.

Chorus:
When Irish eyes are smiling Sure it's like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

Music by Ernest R. Ball
Lyrics by Chauncey Olcott and George Graff, Jr.
 


Harry Denise's dad and Grandad to James and Simon. Born in Cranfield, Beds., UK.
Passed over 21 December 1995 Age 89yrs.
Always smiling


Keep Right On Till The End Of The Road
Ev'ry road thro' life is a long, long road .
Fill' d with joys and sorrows too
As you journey on how your heart will yearn
For the things most dear to you
With wealth and love ‘tis so
But onward we must go
Chorus

Keep right on to the end of the road
Keep right on to the end
Tho' the way be long, let your heart be strong
Keep right on to the end
Tho’ you're tired and weary still journey on,
Till you come to your happy abode
Where all you love, you've been dreaming of
Will be there, at the end of the road

With a big stout heart to a long steep hill
We may get there with a smile
With a good kind thought and a mile end view
We may cut short many a mile
So let courage ev’ry day
Be your guiding star always.
 

Many thanks to Beverly, mum to Michael for this beautiful graphic. Please visit her son's site and light a candle: http://michael-ribaudo.memory-of.com Blessings to you Beverly xxx

 

 

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May God make your year a happy one! Not by shielding you from all sorrows and pain, But by strengthening you to bear it, as it comes; Not by making your path easy, But by making you sturdy to travel any path; Not by taking hardships from you, But by ...  Continue >>
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Merry Xmas Darling Jamesey,What a wonderful sight you must have of all the beautiful Xmas lights burning brightly, along with the candles.  In total, I had 23 burning tonight!Your 2nd Xmas in Spirit, where does the time go?!  We knew you we...  Continue >>
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His legacy
James' Legacy To The World!  
               

James' legacy would be to live for the day - Carpe Diem. Live for the day and worry not about tomorrow. Don't wait for a 'rainy day' to do things, as tomorrow may never come.
I found these words from John Lennon that James had written down:
John Lennon
Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.



He would always tell people, that even during their darkest days, the sun was always shining for them.
He wanted to help people who had a less fortunate life than himself, and touched many by doing so. 
He fought for those who were bullied, discriminated and put upon, even when he had problems of his own. He would not stand by and look on.
He said what he thought and believed in, regardless of any consequences.




His legacy to us was his wonderful artwork, sculptures and jewellery, along with his music.  He played the guitar and drums really well.



His other legacy to his family was simple: LOVE along with his trademark wink, beaming smile and extremely sharp sense of humour, which we will carry in us until we meet again.
All You Need Is Love
The Beatles (Lennon/McCartney)

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need. 






Letter From Heaven

To My dearest family,
some things I'd like to say.
But first of all,
to let you know that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from Heaven,
there's no more tears of sadness,
Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy
just because I'm out of sight,
Remember I am with you
every morning, noon, and night,
That day I had to leave you,
when my life on earth was through.
God picked me up and hugged me
and he said " I welcome you"
"It's good to have you back again,
You were missed while you were gone."
"As for your dearest family,
they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly,
you're part of my plan.
There's so much we have to do
to help our mortal man.
"God gave me a list of things
that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on that list
was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in a bed at night
the day chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you
in the middle of the night.
When you think of life on earth,
and all those loving years,
Because you are only human,
they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry:
it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers
if it were not for some rain.
I wish that I could tell you
all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you,
you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain,
though my life on earth is O'er.
I am closer to you now
than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you
and many hills to climb,
But together we can do it
by taking one day at a time.
It has always been my Philosophy
and I'd like it for you too,
That as you give unto the world,
the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody,
who's in sorrow and in pain.
Then you can say to God at night...
" My day was not in vain"
and now I am contented...
that my life was all worthwhile.
Knowing as I pass along the way
I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody
who is sad and feeling low;
just lend a hand to pick them up,
as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street,
and you've got me on your mind.
I'm walking in your footsteps,
only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go....
From that body to be free.
Remember you're not going....
You're coming here to me.

~ author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
Copyright 1998-2002






                                        

 
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