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 Oliver's Page

Oliver David Steward, the first son of Emma and Matt and the first grandchild of Peter and Anne was stillborn on September 1st, 2011. Oliver's page is a tribute to a little boy we were never given the chance to get to know. Oliver is buried in St Remigius Churchyard, Hethersett.

This web site is dedicated to Oliver's memory. Following his death, Peter wrote the following words:

 

"You never uttered a single cry

You never took a single breath

But you will breath and live within our hearts for ever."

 

The following words from an unknown writer also sum up our feelings:

 

"Sometimes love lasts a moment

Sometimes love lasts a lifetime

        Sometimes a moment is a lifetime."

 

We also like the following by Henry Van Dyke

 

Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is
Eternity

 

A special funeral service was held for Oliver in St Remigius Church, Hethersett, on Wednesday, 14th September, 2011 and was led by the then Rector of Hethersett, the Rev Di Lammas. Following the service, Oliver was buried in the churchyard.

 

The following pieces of music were played during the service:

Fields of Gold Eva Cassidy  (written by Sting)

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
 

Lost Michael Buble 

I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying

Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognise the girl you are today
And God I hope it's not too late
It's not too late

'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Until the light comes pouring through
It's when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your world's crashing down
And you can't bear the cross
I said, babe, you're not lost

Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy but you're not
Things have seemed to change
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away

'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Until the light comes pouring through
It\'s when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
And the world\'s crashing down
And you can not bear the cross
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost

Angel - Westlife 

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

The following poems were read by the Rector:

My Little Angel

You've just walked on ahead of me

And I've got to understand

You must release the ones you love

And let go of their hand.

I try and cope the best I can

But I'm missing you so much

If I could only see you

And once more feel your touch.

Yes, you've just walked on ahead of me

Don't worry I'll be fine

But now and then I swear I feel

Your hand slip into mine.

 

Little Snowdrop

 

The world may never notice

If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,

Or even pause to wonder

If the petals fail too soon.

But every life that ever forms,

Or ever comes to be

Touches the world in some small way

For all eternity.

The little one we long for

Was swiftly here and gone

But the love that was then planted

Is a light that still shines on

And though our arms are empty

Our hearts know what to do

Every beating of our hearts

Says that we love you.

 

We will always love you Oliver: Exactly a year to the day of Oliver's birth, Emma delivered Elliot. We like to think that Oliver's spirit lives in within his brother.

 

Following the loss of Oliver, Peter put together a musical tribute/compilation which included the following tracks: