Be of good cheer about death and know this as a truth
--that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.Socrates
This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Christopher Dennis Sharp who was born in United Kingdom High Wycombe on September 14, 1949 and passed away on June 19, 2006 at the age of 56. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.
I have dedicated this page to the memory of my dad. He was one in a million as anyone who knew him will understand. I would love it if friends and family could use this page to celebrate his life with their memories of him, because he would hate to think of us mourning his parting. So please feel free to leave your memories or messages as many times as you like, as any memories anyone has will be gratefully received.
If you have stumbled upon this page in the way i did please feel free to leave your thoughts as the more people who know about him - the longer his star will shine.
Sleep well dad, for you are at peace now and always in our hearts
I found this poem on another website and wanted to share it with you all as it sums up how i think dad would want us to think:
Im Everywhere
Please dont mourn for me, I'm still here
Though you dont see me.
I'm right by your side each day and night,
And within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but im always near,
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free but i'll never depart,
As long as you keep me in your heart.
I'll never wander out of sight -
I'm the brightest star on a summers night,
I'll never be beyond your reach -
I'm the warm moist sand when youre at the beach.
I'm the colourful leaves when your fall comes around,
And the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in Spring,
The first warm raindrop that April brings.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
And you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking that there's no-one to love you
You can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
And you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep,
And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a babys face
Just look for me......I'm everyplace
