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Very Sorry for your loss Sir!
May she Rest In Peace and give her a great send off !!!
Bless!
May she Rest In Peace and give her a great send off !!!
Bless!
Condolences mate, always tough when a parent passes no matter how old we get.Not sure if this is the right place, but alas my mother, a Droylsden lass and lifelong blue took the long sleep today half an hour after I visited her.
It feels like she wanted to see me one last time before she took the final journey, she was clutching her crocheeted sky blue City heart. Finally reunited with dad.
Sleep well mum, your star will shine brightly
Not sure if this is the right place, but alas my mother, a Droylsden lass and lifelong blue took the long sleep today half an hour after I visited her.
It feels like she wanted to see me one last time before she took the final journey, she was clutching her crocheeted sky blue City heart. Finally reunited with dad.
Sleep well mum, your star will shine brightly
I like to call it the ''Fluffy white cloud stand'' and I bet my mum's a tea lady.So sorry pal, been there myself. Let’s hope she has a great time next season watching us up there in the Stand with No Name
Someone posted a poem called ‘the stand with no name’ a while back, it was lovely stuff and a comfort to me when my own parents passed away. An Irish couple who made Longsight their home and City their team, despite the majority of their compatriots taking the easy optionI like to call it the ''Fluffy white cloud stand'' and I bet my mum's a tea lady.
Would like to read that one day.Someone posted a poem called ‘the stand with no name’ a while back, it was lovely stuff and a comfort to me when my own parents passed away. An Irish couple who made Longsight their home and City their team, despite the majority of their compatriots taking the easy option
Found itWould like to read that one day.
this poem was written by my good friend Pete whos username on here is Llewellyn Dowd as a tribute the the fathers that made us blue but sadly are now lost to us...
The stand without a name..
There’s an extra tier at the Etihad, we mortals cannot see.
It seats all our lost loved ones, who get to watch for free.
Though God will never influence, the outcome of a game,
He builds the extra seating, in the stand without a name.
When City ran out on the pitch, the final match to play,
My mate said how he wished his Dad, “was here to see today”
I told him not to worry, as his Dad was seated here,
And though we couldn’t see him, “he’s in the extra tier.”
“He’s sat up there with my Dad, they’ve got a brilliant view,
And every game that City plays, they’re here to watch them too!”
When Sergio Aguero smashed the winner in the net,
Their cheers were just as loud and proud as ours were I would bet!
It’s not just us who have this stand, I know the others do,
Though knowing those in Trafford, they probably have two!
Long lost players, managers, groundsmen, saints and sinners
They roared the Blues on to the end, the Premiership winners!