Woodside Celebrants

Woodside Celebrants Independent Celebrant (FOIC) Rochdale, Oldham & beyond, for every life celebration delivered with 💜

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02/09/2025

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Dear September đŸŒ»
02/09/2025

Dear September đŸŒ»

Always remembered . . Beautiful Lady Diana 💜‘Queen of Hearts”
31/08/2025

Always remembered . .

Beautiful Lady Diana 💜

‘Queen of Hearts”

Love this đŸ’«One of my favs :-‘Apache Grief Blessing’ May the sun bring you new energy every day,bringing light into the d...
28/08/2025

Love this đŸ’«

One of my favs :-

‘Apache Grief Blessing’

May the sun bring you new energy every day,
bringing light into the darkness of your soul.
May the moon softly restore you by night,
bathing you in the glow of restful sleep and peaceful dreams.
May the rain wash away your worries,
and cleanse the hurt that sits in your heart.
May the breeze blow new strength into your being,
and may you believe in the courage of yourself.
May you walk gently through the world,
keeping your loved one with you always.
Knowing you are never parted in the beating of your heart 💜

Good morning 🌅 Another day 
Another week 
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18/08/2025

Good morning 🌅
Another day 

Another week 
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“I had two mothers – two mothers I claim,two different people, yet with the same name.Two separate women, diverse by des...
05/08/2025

“I had two mothers – two mothers I claim,
two different people, yet with the same name.
Two separate women, diverse by design,
but I loved them both because they were mine.

The first was the mother who carried me here,
gave birth and nurtured and launched my career.
She was the one whose features I bear,
complete with the facial expressions I wear.

She gave her love, which follows me yet,
along with examples in life that she set.
As I got older, she somehow younger grew,
and we’d laugh as just mothers and daughters do.

But then came the time that her mind clouded so,
and I sensed that the mother I knew would soon go.
So quickly she changed and turned into the other,
a stranger dressed in the clothes of my mother.

Oh, she looked the same, at least at arms length,
but now she was the child and I was her strength.
We’d come full circle, we women three,
my mother the first, the second and me.

And if my own children should come to a day,
when a new mother comes and the old goes away,
I’d ask of them nothing that I didn’t do.
Love both of your mothers as both have loved you”

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A busy week ahead helping bereaved families give their loved ones the ‘send off’ they truly deserve 💐Woodside Celebrants...
05/08/2025

A busy week ahead helping bereaved families give their loved ones the ‘send off’ they truly deserve 💐

Woodside Celebrants 💜


This week we said “Goodnight” to ‘Big Dave’ in a fun filled, poignant and very fitting Celebration of his Life 💜A great ...
26/07/2025

This week we said “Goodnight” to ‘Big Dave’ in a fun filled, poignant and very fitting Celebration of his Life 💜

A great send off for a popular and much loved lad who will be forever missed 💐

Simply ‘Gone Fishing’ 🐟

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20/07/2025

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"Parents Don’t Die — We Let Them Fade When We Forget."People often say that when parents leave this world, life loses it...
15/07/2025

"Parents Don’t Die — We Let Them Fade When We Forget."

People often say that when parents leave this world, life loses its colour. The house becomes a hollow space, the laughter vanishes, and the walls echo with silence. But in truth, our parents don’t truly die. They don’t simply disappear. They live on—in us, around us, through us.

The sad reality is that it’s not death that separates us from them. It’s forgetfulness. It’s our neglect.
It's when we stop remembering, when we stop cherishing, when we stop seeing them in the people they’ve left behind.

A brother may carry the calm and determined gaze of his father. A sister might shine with the same graceful beauty and warmth as her mother. One sibling may smile just like Dad used to—full of quiet strength. Another may cook with the same tenderness and love as Mum, filling the house with familiar flavours and forgotten memories.

No, parents don’t die.
They never truly leave us.
They remain in our gestures, in our habits, in our voices.
They live in the stories we tell, the lessons we pass down, the traditions we uphold.
We are their legacy. We are their living reflection.

And when you miss them, when your heart aches for their presence, when the world feels empty without their embrace—just look around. Gather your siblings. Listen. Observe. You’ll find your mother’s soothing smile in your sister’s eyes. You’ll hear your father’s voice in your brother’s words. They are right there—with you. Around you. Within you.

Our parents plant a garden of love from the moment we are born—a sacred space nurtured with their endless sacrifices, late nights, silent prayers, and unconditional love. It’s a garden they water with their sweat, their tears, and their dreams.
A place where we always feel safe, even when storms rage outside.

But sometimes, we forget.
We let selfishness, greed, resentment, and pride creep in.
We quarrel. We hurt each other. We tear apart the very garden they built with so much hope.
And in doing so, we don’t just drift away from each other—we let our parents die a second death: the one caused by indifference.

Parents don’t die.
We let them die—when we forget them. When we forget each other.

So love your parents—whether they are with you physically or in spirit.
Love your siblings—they are living pieces of your parents’ hearts.
Keep nurturing the garden they created with kindness, unity, and grace.

Let that garden bloom endlessly—with compassion, respect, forgiveness, and love.
And in doing so, you will create a paradise on earth—
A home where the essence of your parents will live on forever.
A heaven not made of gold or clouds, but of hearts that never stop loving.

And in that love, they will never die.
Because they are You.

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“Still With Me”By Gabby Jimenez When someone dies, the world goes stillA quiet space no voice can fillI miss you more th...
12/07/2025

“Still With Me”
By Gabby Jimenez

When someone dies, the world goes still
A quiet space no voice can fill
I miss you more than words can show
In every place I used to go
Life moves on, but not the same
I walk alone, I speak your name
This newer me is shaped by pain
By love, by loss, by what remains
I’m lonely, yes, but grateful too
For every moment spent with you
You’re gone, and yet you’re part of me
In who I am, you’ll always be with me 💜

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