| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 10 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 21/08/1954 |
| Date of Death | 26/12/1964 |
| Visitors | 6,017 since 22/12/2008 |
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Lesley was a ten-year-old child victim of the infamous 'Moors Murderers' Ian Brady and Myra Hindley. She was abducted from a fairground on Boxing day 1964, and taken to their home. Here, the unfortunate child was horrendously abused and strangled.
Lesley was a happy and helpful little girl. (It was being obliging to Myra to help her when she 'dropped' some packages which led to her being abducted). She had been looking forward to spending the evening with her mother learning to use the new sewing machine she had been given for Christmas to make dolls' clothes. Lesley was the only girl in her family.
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Lovely are the wings
Lovely are the wings
Of an angel when it sings.
They spread out wide and far,
And they glow just like a star.
Their song is sweet and low,
Sent to us on earth below.
For our loved ones that are gone,
They sing each a lovely song.
To comfort and to ease,
The pain of all our grief
And to send us all their love,
Down from heaven, up above.
Copyright (c) 2011 Vicki Hansen
http://www.vickihansen.wordpress.com/
................♫ Happy Birthday ♫
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♫ ♫ Happy Birthday To You ♫ ♫
♫ ♫ Happy Birthday To You ♫ ♫
♫ ♫ Happy Birthday Dear Angel ♫ ♫
♫ ♫ Happy Birthday To You ♫ ♫
A mothers love
Your mother Anne West gave me the message and the courage to do after her death the wish she wanted. No publicity for Brady and no shows. I am sorry I cannot make this as she would want it.
I hope she forgives me for I have tried so very, very hard my love. I remember you and your image on my bus in January of 1965 at Piccadilly bus station and passing the Milk Bar. Then I simply melted away to survive. I have spent ten years of God pushing me to do His bidding and sometimes falling at each stage. I am humble.
A Parable Describing Death As A Transition to A Better Afterlife
-The Story of the Dragonfly-
Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.
"Look!" said one of the water bugs to another. "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?" Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return. "That's funny!" said one water bug to another. "Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second water bug. "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third. No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled.
Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why." "We promise," they said solemnly.
One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.
When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly.
Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by, the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before. Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why."
Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water. "I can't return!" he said in dismay. "At least I tried, but I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they'll understand what happened to me, and where I went." And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.
I was sitting here in Heaven,
And having a wonderful day,
I started thinking about you,
And all the things I didn't get a chance to say.
I don't want you to worry about me,
And please don't shed any tears,
Because I will wait for you in Heaven,
If it takes a hundred years.
Everything I had on earth,
I have in Heaven too!
My first day here,
My body became brand new.
It is really pretty here,
And I love my new home,
Although your heart is broken,
Because my body is gone.
My love will always be there,
As you go along the way,
Just take a peek inside your heart,
There is where I'll stay.
Know that I love my family,
And all my friends too,
My thoughts will be with each of you,
Your whole life through.
So sorry
Poor, little child!
So much suffering. So much humiliation. Anniversary of your murder.
So wish you had been allowed to live an dmake your contribution to the world.
Rest in peace Lesley. Hope your mother likes the memorial.
What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls, that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children were not gathered ‘round to help the angels sing. The children that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay, just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
*♥* HELLO LITTLE ANGEL *♥*
*♥* Hello little angel, can I just say,
I hope you have a beautiful day.
*♥* Hello little angel, I know that you're around
You don't even have to make a sound.
*♥* Hello little angel, shine down on them with love,
for they know you're safe in heaven above.
*♥* Hello little angel, they just want you to know,
how much they miss and love you so.
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Lay down my child
Close your eyes one more time
Let the night take you softly into sleep
Sure as the moon shining on your sweet face
Be rest assured you will be safe
In this place
The sweetest gift
God has given me
Graced with the tiniest beauty
These eyes have seen
Soft as the song of a winter wind
Sheltered by love
A love that will never end
Life so often a mystery
And each of us seeking a clue
To an answer I never thought I’d find
When I lost you
But in your time with me
Somehow you taught me to see
Just as in life
Even in death
You always will be here with me
So lay down my child
Close your eyes one more time
Let the night take you softly into sleep
And on to your maker you will fly
Low as the angels sing you a lullaby
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