Scott no longer a lost boy.

A friend that I least expected emailed me recently about my brother. They referred to my brother as a Lost boy who was so fortunate to have me as there sister. I will have to say I never expected this person to email me or say these things to me. My brother Scott was very lost. I love the Peter Pan movie I do not like many movies but that one has to be one of my favorites. My family and I went and visited the Peter Pan statue in London it was as magical I could expect it had rained the whole walk there well most of it and then when we got there it stopped there was the gold dust left on the statue and there was something amazing.
When I read this email I saw my brother no longer a lost boy but like the lost boys of Peter Pan they found Hope in Peter and Wendy my brother was no longer a lost boy but in the arms of a loving God that was so much more magical and amazing than Peter Pan.
It made me cry the letter and as I type this I so hope Scott knows how much I miss him and Love him. But I know he is not a Lost boy any more but a Boy who found his way home. Look after him good God because I loved him more than he would ever know.
Thank you dear friend for the loving note. Today is three weeks since my brother became no longer a lost boy but a boy who found his way Home.
So where ever you are whatever you are going through you might find a cheerful note that touches your heart from someone you least expect or maybe you will be that person.
Please have a cup of tea with me today.

Good night Scott.

My mum said the funeral went well. She saw the flowers that were sent by the girls and I. Jackie Evancho sang on America's got talent an amazing 10 year old little singer. I believe that when we get to Heaven the music will be like her voice. I went to grief share last night it is a tough thing to go through no one can understand your pain I think unless you have gone through it and the depth of it I think depends on how close that person was to you.
My heart goes out to all those mum's who lose a child or husbands who lose a wife. I would love to be able to help others one day.
When I was a child we would say good night and it was like the Walton's. So today I say for today Good Night Scott. love you miss you.
Hugs to all who are grieving.
Please have a cup of tea with me today.

1 week I miss you

One week has gone by since Scott Jonathan Wakefield died my one and only brother. I cannot believe one week has gone by. I looked at photos today last time I saw Scott was on June 4th 2007 I never made a video that day. Found photos in 2005 no video I remember Scott made them but never sent them and then a video in 2000. Wow how short life is. Scott was never a big letter writer. But I was so right his sparkled like no other eyes seen before I never told him that. As people remember September 11th I am drawn into my own world. I wished I could go home my heart is broken. People become bitter about the most stupidest thing life is so short. I wished I had spent more time being his friend. More time writing and more time just not arguing about stupid little things was it truly worth it.
I mean if you are reading this and you still have loved ones that you don't talk to think about it. They could be dead in a heart beat is it truly worth been that bitter. I would do anything to see my brother again to hear his voice. I would do anything to wipe all the bitterness away from my families lives.
So please if you read this think do your part to make amense because life is way to short and everyone deserves forgiveness.
Please have a cup of tea with me today.

One week

On Saturday my brother will have been dead for one week. I never knew what pain someone went through in a situation like this my heart goes out to all those people. I just truly had no idea. I have cried an ocean. My work gave me flowers said I was family. Told me to hug my girls. I have also had nasty emails which I would not wish on anyone.
I still cannot believe it. My mum cries down the phone and my heart is broken in the pain that a mother must be going through. She seems to have lost hope. I am so torn. What can one week teach a person. I love my brother dearly. I am broken and miss him. I want to go home and hug the people I love. Life is not always perfect and sometimes tragedy makes others hurt someone even more.
If you had a cup of tea with me Scott today I would give you eclairs like you made them when I was six and I would hug you.
So to all you reading this and all of you going through hard times my heart and prayers goes to you.
I am praying for air miles to get me home. But my time is running out.
I pray that God will hug you tight because my brother felt very alone.
missing you Scott
Please have a cup of tea with me today.

Don't take anyone for granted...

Don't take anyone for granted because you never now when they are going to be gone. Think before you speak harshly, because that might be the last words you get to tell them. My Uncle Scott pasted yesterday and last year, his wife, Auntie Rita died of cancer. It is all so sad... I can still see my auntie bringing out the cookies and tea for us every time we came to visit while the youngest son licked the cookies we were supposed to be eating. I remember the last time I saw them. We played soccer or "football" with their three sons and Rita. Scott played cricket with us... We have pictures also, really good ones, that will last a life time literally as that was the last time we ever saw them. I sent my uncle photos of us every now and then. I had saved the email that he had replied back. It said something like this, Lovely photos. Have a Merry Christmas. Love, Scott. Those little messages that probably mean nothing to you mean everything to me.
So remember today to cherish every single moment you have with people because you never now when it could be the last.
Love you oh so much Uncle Scott and Auntie Rita.
Emily and Katie

My wonderful Brother Scott. I will miss you so Much.

A few weeks ago i wrote on here about my brother. Yesterday he died. I am not going to share all the details. But i am going to share how much this one man meant to me. When I was 7 my eyes were crossed eyed and he stood up against the kids laughing at me. When I was 13 we raced our bikes around the village area where we lived. When I was in my early twenties he bought me a dress. Made me feel like a movie star. When I got married he was there. When I was last in England in 2007 he called several times wanting to see him. This is the brother I will never forget who had kept a picture that I had drawn when I was three. Who laughed the same way as me and remembered the same things as me.
I had the chance to tell him I loved him on Thursday. I never knew it was the last time I would speak to him.
I would give anything to hear his voice today.
Please as you read this remember life is very fragile and short. Love like you have never loved before, pray like you have never prayed and Cherish every word that a kind soul says. If someone is down listen, hug more and never forget life is very short.
I love you Scott, I will miss you so much.
Always your little Sister Lee