| Location | Leeds |
| Age | 17 years |
| Date of Birth | 3/1982 |
| Date of Death | 5/1999 |
| Visitors | 3,792 since 10/03/2007 |
| Creator |
Richard Andrew Wager (RAW) passed away on the 11th of May 1999. He was 17yrs and 8 weeks old. Due
to start a job the week he died. He left behind a very heartbroken Mum Janet, sister Jenny brothers
Adam & Shaun, Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles, Cousins and many friends. Richard was a cheeky
funny person who got himself into a few scrapes but not a nasty person. Richard arrived in this
world in a hurry and left in the same way.He is sadly missed by all who knew him. Love as always Mum
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TO EVERYBODY THAT HAS VISITED RICHARD,S SITE THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO DO SO. IF YOU LIT A
CANDLE OR LEFT A TRIBUTE A VERY BIG THANK YOU IT MEANS A LOT TO ME THAT OTHER PEOPLE CARE.
Morning tricky dicky another fine and sunny day. I saw Ian a friend of yours the other day and told him about your site so he may pay you a visit. I asked him to let all the others know i don`t see any of them now .Speak to you again soon. Love you loads give all my family a big kiss!( I know your too big for all that but just for me Thanks) Mum xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxenough for everybody
THANKYOU janet
thankyou,for the message u left on mums site ,i didnt know it was on calender,what did it say,linda xxxxx
Thinking of you on mothers Day.XXX
God bless the grieving mother...
In January as the snow flakes fall...
And as a new year dawns...
For her memories will comfort her...
Through winter, spring, summer, and fall.
God bless the grieving mother...
In February during the month of love...
She sends her hugs..on the wings of a dove...
And her kisses are blown to the moon above.
God bless the grieving mother...
In March and on St Patricks Day...
A beautiful rainbow...a symbol of hope...
Which colours her world..in a magical way.
God bless the grieving mother...
On Easter In April as she stops to pray...
Thanking God for the gift of everlasting life...
Knowing she will be reunited someday.
God bless the grieving mother...
On Mothers Day and thru the month of May...
Whose memories are like threads of gold...
For they will never tarnish....or go away.
God bless the Grieving mother...
In June as her tears fall like the rain...
Please comfort her...and give her strength
and peaceful days to help ease the pain.
God bless the grieving mother...
In July as the fireworks light up the sky afar...
Just like her memories light up her heart...
And she wishes upon an evening star.
God bless the grieving mother...
In August...as the sun shines through...
Who's life moves on...thru ups and downs..
Whose heart is so tender and true.
God bless the grieving mother...
In September as the leaves turn and fall...
Her childs life forever etched in her heart..
Her childs name entered on the memorial wall.
God bless the grieving mother...
In October...with the harvest colours all around....
Please guide her on her journey of grief...
and keep her safe and sound.
God bless the grieving mother...
In November...a time to give thanks and pray...
Who is so thankful for each precious memory..
But wishes with all her heart...just for one more day
God bless the grieving mother...
In December as Christmas nears...
Please bless her with the gift of peace...
And many great friends to help dry her tears.
God bless the grieving mother...
Each day throughout the year...
As seasons come and go...
And time unfolds...
Day by day...
Month by month...
Year by year...
and especially today...on this Mother's day.
Mothers Day
Hello it,s me again another mother,s day without you i do miss my mars bars you used to get me. I will treat myself to one tomorrow and think of you as i eat it. Bye Richard hugs and kisses Mum xxxxxxxx
Richard was my baby brother, born 4 years after me. He was born 6 weeks early, and we nearly lost him and my mum (my mum through blood loss), but they both pulled through.
Growing up, we had the usual fighting like cat and dog relationship that I think most people go through with close in age siblings. Towards the end of his life, we had started to patch things up. I was living in Brighton, he had a flat in Leeds and was starting to get his life back on track. He'd been no angel in the past, police, drugs and general teenage naughtiness had kept my mum on her toes, but he was finally getting there.
I remember the day I got the phonecall from my mum like it was yesterday, even though it was 8 years ago. I was sitting in my living room in Brighton when the call came, and I broke down when she told me. I didn't understand my reaction for a long time, as it was common knowledge that me and Richard hated each other, but I now realise that even though you don't think you like someone, their death can still affect you.
It was 10 long days between him dying and the funeral, it seemed like forever. At the funeral, there were so many teenagers, I wonder if he realises how popular he was. It was so full of grieving people.
Now, 8 years on, I do miss him as my little brother. It seems strange sometimes to look at our little brother Adam. At 14, he's so like Richard it's scary, he acts just like him which is weird as he was only 6 years old when Richard died.
It was his 25th birthday yesterday, and I do wonder what he would have been up to, job-wise, relationship-wise. I'm getting married in October, so I sometimes wonder what part he would have played in that. Maybe he would have given me away, or been the best man. Either way, we'll toast you Richard on the big day. I hope that you and your friend Carl aren't causing too much of a ruckus!
RIP,
Jenny xx
beneath ur wings
richard look after mum and help keep her strong m8, and all ur loved ones thay need u around them, god bless x
Beneath your strong wings
You've taught me to fly.
Holding my hand
So high in the sky.
Your smile is so warm
As I look up at you.
You're guiding my path
With your heavenly hue.
Beneath your strong wings
You've given me strength
To believe in myself
And soar to new lengths.
Your faith in me shows
What a true friend you are.
Helping me reach
For that shining new star.
Beneath your strong wings
You protect me from harm.
You cradle my fears.
Held safe in your arms.
You've opened your heart
To share your sweet love
While your sheltering wings
Carried us high up above.
Beneath your strong wings
I will always be there.
To love you and hug you
And show you I care.
You are the most dearest of all.
our angel, In your wings,
we will never fall.
God makes little children
He makes them every day
And though He loves them dearly
He gives them all away.
He gives each to an angel
And says take baby down
To such and such a mother
In such and such a town.
Or such and such a cottage
In such and such a place.
He gives the angel with it
A big soul full of grace.
God does so love those children
It's all that He can do
To let the Angel take them
But he loves the mother's too.
And so he says I'll lend you
This little one of mine
The angel folds it's love
About the special gift divine.
The angel watches over
The child both day and night
So glad to see that lovely soul
All shining in God's light
God makes so many children
And every now and then
He seems to want one specially
We don't know why or when
He whispers to its Angel
Bring the child back to me
The angel sees a lovely sight
That someday we may see
It sees the souls of mothers
And fathers in God's light
Offering him tiny children
Whose souls are shining bright
God does so love those children
Whos souls are never dim
And how he loves those parents
Who give them back to him.
Sleep tight little one x
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