| Location | East Kilbride |
| Age | 50 years |
| Cause of Death | Cancer |
| Date of Birth | 15/05/1956 |
| Date of Death | 23/02/2007 |
| Visitors | 2,588 since 07/01/2008 |
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Born on 15th May 1956, the first daughter to Mary and David Wyper. Passed away on 23rd February 2007 leaving her husband, John Barr Thomson and daughter, Laura Jane Quick. Cause of death: Pulmonary Embolus and Stage IV Endometrial Cancer.
We are here to say farewell to Christine and express our appreciation to a fine woman who has left an indelible mark on all who had the privilege of knowing her, especially her family and close friends.
Christine is survived by her husband John and daughter Laura Jane and son-in-law Gordon and two younger sisters, Elspeth and Wilma. All of her family and friends will miss her very much.
Christine was born to her parents, David and Mary in Glasgow on 15th May 1956 and when she was about six years old the family moved to East Kilbride and Christine did most of her growing up in and around the Westwood area. Christine said that she had a happy childhood and that she was very close to her dad, and like most little girls she was a βDaddyβs Girlβ A very popular young girl who was involved in lots of activities with her friends, although she was quite quiet until you got to know her. As a teenager Christine was involved in youth groups and also taught at Sunday School. Christine attended Canberra primary before moving to South Park primary and then finished her education at Duncanrig high school.
On leaving school, Christine started working with an insurance company in Glasgow and continued to do so for about three years before she moved to the NEL in East Kilbride where she worked as a printer and she was still there when she married John and had her daughter Laura. Naturally Christine took a break from work to raise her daughter and look after her home and when Laura was old enough she went back to work, and it was while she was doing this that Christine decided to study for her HND in Business Studies and went straight from college to work in the administration department of Lansing Linde as a Sales Administrator. It was while she was working for this company that Christine became ill and was on long term sick leave with every intention of returning to work but sadly her cancer meant that this was not to be.
John and Christine met through the Youth Fellowship Club at Westwood Church and were married in this church on 15th June 1979. John and Christine set up home together and she continued to work until Laura was born on 29th December 1980. There was no prouder mum and she looked after Laura and offered all the love, support and advice that anyone could.
When Laura flew the nest with Gordon, Christineβs Chihuahuas became her babies... this was her passion: animals, specifically dogs. Christine bred and showed Chihuahuas since 1992, but all of her life she had been surrounded by dogs as she had grown up with them as family pets. Christine travelled all over Scotland, Ireland and England showing her dogs and every year she attended Crufts, some years to exhibit, other years just to take part in the atmosphere, support her friends and take advantage of a days doggy-shopping. Christine had a huge amount of success showing her dogs, and over the years won hundreds of prizes and successes with all the dogs she bred. But to Christine this was a hobby and not a money making venture, to her they were pets first and show dogs second, anything else was a bonus. To Christine showing dogs was about fun and was more about getting out and about, meeting new people and catching up with friends and she also had a tendency to have a laugh at the seriousness of it all. 90% of Christineβs friends were people she met on the dog show circuit. These shows took up so much of her time that she didnβt have time for any other hobbies. As one weekend of dogs shows ended, the preparation for the next began.
Christine was a lady who had a good sense of humour, which could be sarcastic depending on the company she was with. On first meeting Christine she tended to be a bit reserved but after she go to know you better she came out of her shell and you discovered a really friendly person. Christine called a spade a spade and she could be quite open with her comments. She could be quite opinionated at times too and if people didnβt like what she said then that was too bad, as thatβs how she felt and she wasnβt a woman who said things just to please people no matter what it was you wanted to hear and if you didnβt like it, you shouldnβt have asked her in the first place. A straight talker Christine may have been but she always put everyone else before herself, even her health was put to the side for others... it was everyone else, then the dogs, then she might make time for herself. Christine helped people whenever and wherever she could, as she would never refuse to give a hand to anyone.
Once she got to know you better, Christine liked to talk and was also a great listener, depending that is on who was doing the talking. But if you needed advice, or a friendly ear, Christine was the person you could go to to discuss your problems and she would give you the best advice she could under the circumstances but it may not have been the advice or the answer you were looking for or wanted to hear but nine times out of ten she was invariably right.
Christine was also generous and has helped and bailed many people out over the years but sometimes her generosity was never returned but she never said a word or held it against you as she wasnβt the type of person to hold a grudge but she did learn by the mistakes she made though she didnβt make many of those as she was a very good judge of character.
Christine was a woman who did so much for others and filled her life with so many things. She raised a family, kept a beautiful house, worked and enjoyed all of her dog shows and events and through all of that still found time to make many wonderful friends. Everyone who met Christine, no matter how briefly came to like the woman she was, and although she always spoke her mind, her generous nature and friendly manner gained her many friends and lots of respect.
Christine was a woman who meant many things to many people and I know that each of us reflect upon our own special memories and remember her fondly.
During Christineβs last weekβs she was cared for by medical staff at Hairmyres Hospital, East Kilbride and latterly the staff at Great Western Infirmary, Glasgow. The staff at both hospitals treated Christine with such compassion and care and made her last few weeks as comfortable as they could possibly be.
As you continue your own journey through life, think of Christine fondly and remember her in all your thoughts, in this way she will always be a part of you and her memory will never die.
Rest In Peace Mum, you will always be in our hearts and thoughts, close by us always, until we are together again.
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This page has been brought together by Christineβs daughter, Laura Jane, who would like to thank everyone for the huge amount of support we received at the time of my mumβs passing and ever since. Friends and family have offered a great deal of support in coping with the tragic loss of my mum and even now I canβt come to terms with it, but speaking to some of our close friends helps me to see that mumβs memory still lives on... Iβd especially like to thank Moira Harper, Dianne McGhee, Barbara Hackleton, Tina Morgan, Ally MacDonald, Anne OβKane, Allan Pearson and of course, my wonderful husband Gordon. There have been so many people who have offered their support that I cannot begin to name you all, but you know who you are. Thank you.
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Love you xxxx
Not a day passes where you're not in our heart and thoughts mum, love you so much and miss you more with each day that passes. So much has been going on lately, we only wish you were here with us. Love you always xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I miss you mum xxxxx
I miss you today
More than I usually do
I'm not sure why today is so different
I just really miss you
Your laugh
Your thoughts
Everything about you
Your scent
Your touch
I miss you so much
I'm at a crossroad in my life
I need your guidance
Your advice
I need you to tell me
It will be all right
I'm uncertain about tomorrow
In my heart
I feel great sorrow
How I wish
That I may borrow
Just one more day
With you
27TH DECEMBER 2008
As this year draws closer to its end and
Passes through Christmas and New Year then is no more
We look back and remember those
Who last year and the year before
Were here
As the lights, and Carols and all the trappings
Surround us once again and those
We love are far away this Christmas
We think of them and those back home
And pray
Those who mourn - whose son or daughter’s name adorns a stone
Can only think of Christmases gone by
We who look on and weep for them
Can only say, ‘There, but for the Grace of God, go I’
And tell them:
You are not alone, nor forgotten, and -
Though your child’s name was carved with pride in that cold stone
Their names were written also in our hearts
And yours: your bleeding, battered hearts which beat for them
Will, as long as you’re alive
Remember them with love and pride
For what is a life that was loved but now gone?
A hundred-thousand memories: a million tears, which now though sad
Were once - back then - happy, too, when you laughed together
The memories, the tears both poignant and glad
Are there for you to keep the while your grieving heart beats
And - for as long as your heart beats - they will never die.
LOVE JUDE.X
BOXING DAY 2008
T'was The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone
In A One Bedroom House Made Of Plaster And Stone
I Had Come Down The Chimney With Presents To Give
And To See Just Who, In This Small Home Did Live
I Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See -
No Tinsel No Presents, Not Even A Tree.
No Stocking By The Mantle Just Boots Filled With Sand
On The Wall Hung Pictures Of A Far Distant Land
With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds.
Then A Sober Thought Came Into My Mind
For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary,
T'was The Home Of A Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly
The Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone
Curled Up On The Floor In This One Bedroom Home
The Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Disorder
Not How I Pictured A Lone Soldier..
Was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read,
Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor For A Bed
I Realised The Families That I Saw This Night
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers, Who Were Willing To Fight
And Soon Round The World The Children Would Play
And Grownups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day
They All Enjoy Freedom Each Month Of The Year
Because Of The Soldiers, Like The One Lying Here.
I Couldn't Help But Wonder, How Many Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home?
The Very Thought Brought A Tear To My Eye
I Dropped To My Knees And Started To Cry
The Soldier Awakened, I Heard A Rough Voice
"Santa Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice.
I Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More
My Life Is My God, My Country, My Corps"
The Soldier Rolled Over And Drifted To Sleep.
I Couldn't Control It, I Continued To Weep.
I Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still
And We Both Sat And Shivered From The Cold Nights Chill.
I Didn't Want To Leave, On That Cold Dark Night,
This Guardian Of Honour, So Willing To Fight...
Then The Soldier Rolled Over With A Voice Soft And Pure
Whispered "carry On Santa, Christmas Day Is Secure"
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
"Merry Christmas My Friend - And To All A Good Night!"
This Poem Was Written By A British Peace Keeping Soldier
Stationed Overseas.
I miss my wonderful caring sensitive and loving mum.
When i do my christmas table no one comments like you did mum.
No one appreciates the dinner like you did mum.
No one buys me little special gifts and gives me money like you did mum.
No one laughs at our silly family jokes and games like you did mum.
Christmas is not the same without you my wonderful mum, all i have is my precious memories, I love you mum.
Merry Christmas Mum,
All my love, your darling daughter xxxxxxxxxxx
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause Id miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
Id still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if its me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God were together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause Id miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
Id still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause Id miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
Id still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing
Each and every day becomes more difficult than the last. The memories will never fade but neither does the hurt of losing you mum. I'll always love you mum and do everything that I can to make you proud. I love you and miss you more each with each day that passes xxxxx
She Is Gone
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes andpray that she'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she'd want...
Smile, open your eyes, love and go on
If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother's arms
And tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
But there's an ache within my heart
That will never go away.
Love you always mum, forever in my heart and thoughts xxxxxxxx
We all miss you
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
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