This site is dedicated to the memory of Brian Standish.

Brian Standish was born in Willesden, London on August 26, 1951. He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family.

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I can't believe another year has passed without you physically present in our lives. However, we think and talk about you all the time and when we do we talk about the happy times and rarely refer to the sad. You are so missed by us all and sometimes still think you are here alive and well. When asked how many brothers and sisters I have I still say 5 brothers and two sisters. Susan and I were only talking about you the other night, she said she was sure you had been at her home and that for a brief moment she saw you. We know that you are around, mum also says that she sees you mostly at night. I hope you are in a far better place and that you are your old self and completely out of pain. I know one day when our time arrives we will see you again. I went to see John Edward in the hope you might have come through with even a very small message for us all, I was with Nina who was hoping Graham may have something to say but it was not to be. Just remember we all miss you and love you and will continue to do so until we meet again. Know you have our love and our thoughts are always with you. I'll be in touch again, probably for your birthday on August 26th if only to wish you a happy birthday and send our love. Love you loads Anne, Mum, Susan, Howard, John, Gary, Tony and Diane. xxx
Anne
18th June 2014
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Sent by MuchLoved on 20/01/2013
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland