Ashley LESLIE,BRIAN Coope

1991 - 1991
LocationLeeds
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Date of Birth3/1991
Date of Death3/1991
Visitors1,282 since 09/07/2007
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ASHLEY LESLIE BRIAN COOPE PASSED AWAY ON THE 30TH MARCH 1991.ASHLEY WAS THE FIRST CHILD TO ANGELA
AND MARTYN BUT WAS SADLY BORN SLEEPING.I CARRIED ASHLEY FULL TERM AND WENT INTO LABOUR AS NORMAL BUT
THEN DOCTORS COULDNT FIND A HEART BEAT,ASHLEY HAD HIS UMBILICAL CORD ROUND HIS NECK.MARTYN AND I
WERE DEVASTATED WE HAD BEEN WAITING FOR OUR BEAUTIFUL BOY FOR 9 MONTHS.NO ONE CAN PREPARE YOU FOR
SOMETHING LIKE THIS,WE LOVED OUR LITTLE BOY AND OUR LIVES HAVE NEVER BEEN THE SAME.ASHLEY NOW HAS A
SISTER AND A BROTHER WHO ALSO LOVE HIM AND MISS HIM.ASHLEY WOULD NOW BE 16 AND I OFTEN WONDER WHAT
HE WOULD BE LIKE,WHAT MUSIC HE WOULD LISTEN TO ,ALL THE THINGS THAT SOME PEOPLE WILL TAKE FOR
GRANTED.OUR LITTLE BOY IS LONGED FOR EVERYDAY .GOD BLESS YOU BABY BOY,LOVE YOU
ALWAYS,MUM&DAD.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX


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for you ashley

O precious, tiny, sweet little one
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure and innocent
Just as you were meant to be

We dreamed of you and of your life
And all that it would be
We waited and longed for you to come
And join our family

We never had the chance to play
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle

I'll always be your mother
He'll always be your dad
You will always be our child
The child that we had

But now you're gone....but yet you're here
We'll sense you everywhere
You are our sorrow and our joy
There's love in every tear

Just know our love goes deep and strong
We'll forget you never-
The child we had, but never had
And yet will have forever.

Angela (Mother) March 23, 2008

happy easter

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Angela (Mother) March 23, 2008

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Angela (Mother) March 22, 2008

To the son i miss so much

to my darling ashley i have spent many hours sat at
the side of you in my car as you will know
i sit with tears in my eyes and i know your there
and you can here me but i would give anything
just to here your voice,one day we will all be together,
you have always been in my heart and always will
you was my first son,and i am so proud to be your daddy
and know your mummy feels the same
good night god bless xxxdaddyxxx
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Martyn Coope (Father) March 19, 2008

Though your feet never got to walk,
Your delicate footprints will always be etched in my soul.
Though your eyes never got to weep,
Your silver tears will always haunt my dreams.
Though your lungs never got to fill,
Your undrawn breath will always drift in my breast.
Though your fingers never got to reach,
Your golden touch will always be imprinted on my palm.
Though your lips never got to move,
Your silent words will always echo in my mind.
Though your heart never got to love,
Your beautiful spirit will always be cradled in my arms.


God bless sweetheart, hope your having fun up there in them clouds Ashley..Sending love and hugs your way sweetheart love from Nicki and family xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Mummy Harmer (Friend) February 9, 2008

ashley

Ashley stands slender on a hill,
Sheltering all sorts of bright-eyed things.
He spreads his youthful arms like angel's wings,
Luring the wind to rustle through his hair.
Easily, he bends through turbulent air,
Yielding when he must, yet upright still.

love mummy,xxxxxxxx toni xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Angela (Mother) January 19, 2008

just for u

i will not forget you i have held you in the palm of my hand

Angela (Mother) January 19, 2008

Here forever

Children who die are not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

love always Mummy

Angela (Mother) January 18, 2008

For you Angie

I'm just a little baby
Who didn't quite make it there;
I went straight to be with Jesus,
and I am waiting for you here.

Don't you worry about me mommy,
I am of all God's lambs most blessed;
I would have loved to stay with you,
but the Shepherd knows whats best.

So dear mommy, don't you sorrow,
wipe those tears and chase the gloom,
I went to be with Jesus,
Straight from my mommy's womb.

Thank-you for the life you gave me,
it was brief but I don't complain;
I have all of Heaven's glories,
Will suffer none of the earthly pain.

Daddy gave me something for you,
It's our secret, Mommy dear,
He pressed it tight against my forhead,
and he whispered in my tiny ear.

I'll be waiting for you, Mommy,
For You and Daddy both.
I'll be with you forever,
Then I'll give you Daddy's kiss

Love from Nicki and family xxxxx

Nicki (Friend) September 8, 2007

For you Angie

HEAVEN'S NURSERY

In Heaven there must surely be
A special place, a nursery
Where ' little spirits ' not fully grown
Go to live in their Heavenly home.

The angels must attend with love
Tiny spirits on wings of doves,
The choir of angels must sing lullabies
Maybe quieten their tiny cries.

The Father must come by each day
To cuddle and play in a special way
These tiny spirits left earth too soon
Little ones called home from the womb.

These sparks of life did not perish
But came to the Father's love to cherish,
To grow and be taught in His own arms
Safely away from all earthly harm.

The comforter was sent to earth at once
To the parents who lost their little one
Their hearts so ache, their arms feel empty
The question 'why' seems so tempting.

Then all at once in the midst of tears
There comes a peace that stills the fears
The parents share the Father's own need
To hold their tiny spirit being.

They relinquish their own desperate hold
And release their baby to the Father's fold,
Then comes an angel to whisper the truth
Of a nursery in Heaven bearing rich fruit.

Of tiny spirits chosen to worship the Father
A place that couldn't be filled by another,
Called to be spared from the struggles of earth,
Chosen to be one of Heaven's births.

So Father, whisper words of love from me
To our unborn 'life' in your nursery.
Love from Nicki and family

Nicki (Friend) September 8, 2007
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