In Loving Memory of Meshael Louise Ali Richardson
20th June 1986 - 18th June 2001
Meshael with her mom, framed beautifully by Joy.
This beautiful gift for Angel Meshael is from Paula.
Meshael was my only daughter. She wasn't my birth daughter, but I looked after her from three months before she was born until the day she died. Let me explain!
I was married in 1984 to an Arab in Dubai. One day his family turned up, which was surprising in itself, to visit us. To cut a long story short, my husband's sister was pregnant, she had been raped, by her own son. My goodness if that wasn't enough, the family had decided that it was such a terrible "shame" on their good names to have stuff like this going on and had brought her to my husband for him to KILL her. You can imagine what was going in on my head. My husband was very Westernised and tried to explain that it was the custom in Muslim countries that any woman not married who was pregnant should be killed. I was furious because firstly the poor woman was RAPED for Gods sake, and secondly she had the mind of an eight year old child. After quite a lot of heated discussion the family agreed that the offending sister would stay with us until the baby was born.
The saddest part of the story was that this poor sister (Fatima) was too scared to tell anyone what had happened. Finally, when someone noticed she was six months pregnant,
it was too late to take any other action.
The moment I fell in love with my daughter was the moment I heard her heartbeat at the first scan I took Fatima to. I knew that there was no way I could let anything happen to her. I spoke to my husband and he agreed with me that when the time came, we would
take the baby and raise her as our own. And we did.
When she was 18 months old, I left my husband (by now an alcoholic) and came back to UK. My family and I have been estranged for most of my life but I hoped that they would back me. They didn't do much to help but in the end I managed to find a nursery,
a house and a job and Meshael and I lived a normal life.
This beautiful gift is from Tami
And this lovely gift is also from Paula
This special gift for Angel Meshael is from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~Rob Northrop's Site.
A MOTHERS LOVE is like an island
In life's ocean vast and wide.
A peaceful quiet shelter
From the restless rising tide ...
A MOTHERS LOVE is like a fortress,
And we seek protection there,
When the waves of tribulation
Seem to drown us in despair ...
A MOTHERS LOVE is a sanctuary,
Where our souls can find sweet rest,
From the struggle and the tension
Of life's fast & Sometimes futile quest ...
A MOTHERS LOVE is like a tower,
Rising far above the crowd.
And their smile is like the sunshine,
Breaking through a threatening cloud ...
A MOTHERS LOVE is like a beacon,
Burning bright with FAITH and PRAYER.
Through the changing scenes of life
We can find a HAVEN THERE ...
For a MOTHERS LOVE is fashioned,
After God's enduring love,
It is endless and unfailing
Like the love of HIM above ...
SO GOD PUT HIS LITTLE CHILDREN
In A LOVING MOTHERS CARE.
Because God Knew a Mother,
Would always be right there!!"
SMILE BECAUSE SHE LIVED
"YOU CAN SHED TEARS THAT MESHAEL IS GONE,
OR YOU CAN SMILE BECAUSE SHE LIVED,
YOU CAN CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PRAY THAT SHE'LL COME BACK,
OR YOU CAN OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE ALL THAT SHE HAS LEFT.
YOUR HEART CAN BE EMPTY BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SEE HER,
OR YOU CAN BE FULL OF THE LOVE THAT YOU SHARED.
YOU CAN TURN YOUR BACK ON TOMORROW AND LIVE IN YESTERDAY,
OR YOU CAN BE BLESSED FOR TOMORROW BECAUSE OF YESTERDAY.
YOU CAN REMEMBER HER AND ONLY THAT SHE IS GONE,
OR YOU CAN CHERISH HER MEMORY AND LET IT LIVE ON.
YOU CAN CRY AND CLOSE YOUR HEART, BE EMPTY AND TURN BACK,
OR YOU CAN DO WHAT MESHAEL WOULD WANT:
SMILE~OPEN YOUR EYES~CONTINUE TO LOVE AND GO ON~
YOU SMILE BECAUSE SHE LIVED."
(((((GAIL))))) ♥ ♥ MESHAEL ♥ ♥
The two poems above and the images above and below them are gifts to Gail from her dear friend, Cathy.
I would really love you to add this very very special photo - taken by a dear friend of mine who lit a candle in this beautiful little church in Spain. Sue never met Meshael but was so thoughtful
to take time out on her vacation to do this for me xx
Today Meshael's candle will burn brightly in our local church as we celebrate her 15TH angelversry God bless ó at Spain Benitachell.
They say that time in Heaven is compared to the "blink of an eye" for us here on this earth. Sometimes it helps me to think of my daughter running ahead of me through a beautiful field of wildflowers and butterflies.
So happy and completely caught up in what she is doing, that by the time she turns around to see if I'm behind her.....I will be...........
I Wanted you to knowÖ.
I was sitting here in heaven
And having a wonderful day.
I started thinking about you
And all the things I didnít get a chance to Say.
I donít want you to worry about me
And please donít 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 Iíll stay.
Know that I loved my Family
And all my friends too,
My thoughts will be with each of You
Your whole life through
Praying for peaceful days as Meshael's Birthday and Heaven Date approaches with happy memories and new ones made. Lots of love felt by Meshael and hugs and kisses too.
All we have to do is sit still and believe and can feel the love our Angels send.
Love and Hugs! Patti Rawls
Angel Mom of Dustin Rawls
Meshael Is honored on The Bond We Share site with other June Angels.
Easter Angel Gathering 2010
This is a beautiful and loving gift for Angel Meshael from my dear friend, Carol, mom to Angel Michael.
This gift is from Susanne
One day when she was five or six the dentist noticed that her baby teeth had rotted away. It was odd because I was very careful about brushing her teeth and sweets etc. They decided that it would be best to remove them all under anaesthetic so did a routine blood test.
That was the beginning of the worst time of my life.
After months of tests and hospitals they found she had something called Fanconi Anaemia - a genetic disorder affecting children. There is no cure. A bone marrow transplant can prolong their lives but they are so prone to cancers that it would only be a prolongation.
For a few years she was almost symptom free. She had regular check ups and blood tests and had to have the odd blood transfusion.
There wasn't too much information available in this country and I left it a lot to the doctors who I believed would do their best. Too be honest, I think I stuck my head in the sand too.
I couldn't bear to think of the consequences. However, things got worse and worse.
In 1997, after a very bad spell in hospital, the paediatrician told me there was nothing else they could do. I should take home to die. She also wanted to tell Meshael that she was going to die. It was four days before Christmas. How could you even think of telling a child something like that then? I told her that I didn't want her to be told anything like that. She got quite nasty and insisted that Meshael had the right to know. After a few heated words, we left it that I would think about what she had said and we would discuss it with the haemotologist. Dr Wonke is a lovely doctor and was furious that paeds had gone over her head. Although it was my decision that Meshael would NOT be told, she told me
that she agreed wholeheartedly with me.
Well, Meshael got through that Christmas, and the next. But it was getting worse and worse. The bleeds were becoming more intense and frequent. Transfusions were almost every week. Her platelet counts were so low. She almost died three times. I can remember once being so stressed that I wished that a bus would come and knock her off the pavement - just so
it would be over for her instead of having to go through all that treatment.
Finally, in June 2001, two days before her 16th birthday Meshael died.
I never told her, she knew though.
I was lucky to have one perfect night, the Saturday before she died. The morphine was just kicking in and she was out of pain for the first time in weeks. We talked and laughed and had just the best night ever. Her face was glowing out of the pillow. She died two days later. Her heart was failing, her kidneys had failed. I had to let them turn off the drugs
and let her go peacefully.
I have never known such pain. I believe that nothing will ever
be able to hurt me again after feeling that pain.
I am so glad that I brought Meshael up to believe in spiritual things. She had all kinds of healing and meditation and met lots of lovely people who helped her
to understand about Angels and religion.
Last year I was invited by my sister to a TV recording of "The Sixth Sense". I had no idea who the person was at the time but it turned out to be someone called Colin Fry. He is a medium. Well, I was quite sceptical when I walked in, but he picked me out of hundreds of people. He started to talk about conversations I had had with different people in the last few days before the recording and he went into so much detail about so many things. I have no doubt that was my little girl. There are no two other people who could know what he knew.
He talked about the rose bush my friend had tried to buy for Meshael. He said it was beautiful but shame about the colour because the colour was wrong.
How could he had known that my friend Cloe came crying to me because she had wanted to get
a BLUE rose for Meshael and couldn't.
In the end Cloe opted for a rose bush called "The Breath of Life" it was peach colour! He told me, as I already knew, that I had had to make the most difficult decision in my life - but she said that I had made the right decisions before and after her death. The most important thing was that she wanted me to know that she was alright. I think that was my turning point. I came out of the studio on a hot air balloon. And I felt for the first time totally at peace within myself. I KNOW that she is OK whereever she is. We were beamed out all over the world apparantly and recently they came back to shoot another programme about how I felt about the reading
and what was going on in my life at the moment.
Meshael was so special, she had left me a letter that was written as if she knew that she was going to leave me. On my birthday, I was crying my eyes out and howling. As I got into my car the locket, which I keep on the rear view mirror containing her picture and lock of hair, was WIDE open, facing me as I got in. The locket has never been opened since the day
I put it there. I know she wanted me know she was here.
Meshael never knew about the circumstances of her birth - I am so glad. It would not have mattered if I had given birth to her - she could not be any more my daughter than she was. We were a unit and I felt for ages like someone had cut off my other hand. I never wanted children of my own but I think God sent me one of his most precious Angels to look after for a little while. Wish it could have been longer but now I am sure that
we will be re-united one day.
Well, I am getting on with my life. Luckily I work and that gives me something to do with my time. I have lots of animals and so many wonderful friends. We set up a web-site for Fanconi Anaemia in UK. Please take a look, there's a photo of me and Meshael there too. Oh yeah, and I just completed my Fostering Course. I plan to help other families with sick kids, to give them a bit of respite in a safe environment.
I need to put all the knowledge I learned with Meshael into something positive.
Thanks for listening, it was difficult to condense everything
that happened in Meshael's short life into such a short space.
Lindzy and Meshael were to meet in May 2001 but unfortunately Meshael was in hospital and she never got the opportunity. Lindzy sent Meshael lots of cards and a CD while she was in hospital, so I have no doubt they are up in heaven catching up with each other
at last. The letter below is what I imagine Meshael and Lindzy would write to us...
A Letter From Heaven
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above
Here there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight
Remember I am with you - every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through
God picked me up and hugged me and He said "I welcome you",
It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here so badly, you are part of my plan
There is so ,much that we can do to help our mortal man".
God gave me a list of things he wished for me to do
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night the days chores put to flight,
God and I are closest to you, in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
Because you are only human there are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry, it does relieve the pain
Remember there would be no flowers unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned
If I were to tell, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er,
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too:
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who is in sorrow and pain,
Then you can say to God at night.... "My day was not in vain"
And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low
Just lend a hand to pick them up as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps, only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go.. From that body to be free
Remember you're not going...... you are coming here to me.
~ Written and copyrighted by Ruth Ann Mahaffey ~
I said,'God, I hurt'
And God said,'I know'
I said,'God, I cry a lot'
And God said,'That is why I gave you tears'
I said,'God I am so depressed'
And God said,'That is why I gave you sunshine'
I said,'God, life is so hard'
And God said,'That is why I gave you loved ones'
I said,'God my loved one died'
And God said,'So did mine'
I said,'God, it is such a loss'
And God said,'I saw mine nailed to a cross'
I said,'But your loved one lives'
And God said,'So does yours'
I said,'God where is he now?'
And God said,'Mine is on the right
and yours is in the light'
I said,'God, it hurts'
And God said,'I know'
~ Author Unknown
BRIGHTEN YOUR CORNER
We cannot all be famous
Or be listed in "Who's Who".
But, every person, great or small,
Has important work to do.
For, seldom do we realize
The importance of small deeds,
Or to what degree of greatness
Unnoticed kindness leads.
For, it's not the big celebrity
In a world of fame and praise.
But, it's doing unpretentiously
In an undistinguished way ...
The work that God assigned to us,
Unimportant as it seems,
That makes our task outstanding
And brings reality to dreams.
So, do not sit and idly wish
For wider, new, dimensions,
Where you can put into practice
Your many good intentions.
But, at the spot God placed you,
Begin, at once, to do
Little things to brighten up
The lives surrounding you.
If everybody brightened up
The spot where they are standing,
By being more considerate
And a little less demanding ...
This dark old world would, very soon,
Eclipse the evening star ...
If everybody brightened up
The corner where they are!
Wishing you a peaceful Christmas season
May all your memories be happy ones
and may the love of our Angels keep us strong
With much love,
Dearest Gail and ANGEL Meshael
I feel your pain my friend so much.
But for you the next few days are deeper.
Please try and free yourself from that pain.
Meshael doesn't like to see you that way.
And she is with you Gail
She hasn't left you for ever
She is just away for a while
Look up at those stars
One of them is Meshael's
It is her window
She see's her loving Mom
She smiles and waves at you
Open your heart Gail
You will feel her
She is also waiting for you
At those GOLDEN GATES
PLEASE BELIEVE THAT
MY DEEPEST LOVE TO YOU GAIL
A REMARKABLE DAUGHTER YOU HAD
In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera
Michael Jackson's You Are Not Alone was one of Meshael's favorites and mine.
I had it played at her Angel Service...
Thank you so much to my dear friend, Linda, Mom to Angel Tina,
for all your help with getting the song, You Are Not Alone, for this page!
Tina Marie's Memorial Website
Gifts For My Angel Meshael
Meshael also has a star on Page 12 at Heavenly Lights.
Please also visit Meshael
Hayes Kent Memorial
Geoffrey Philip James Edwards
In Loving Memory of Marjorie Mae Bowen
Angel Hugs Postcards
For Dear Precious Meshael. May you be singing and dancing with the angels of heaven.
Gone Are the Days
Gone are the days we used to share,
But in our hearts you are always there;
The gates of memory will never close,
We miss you more than anyone knows;
With tender love and deep regret,
We who love you will never forget.
"Let it not be said my life was in vain;
I've just moved on to a higher plane,
So I can keep better watch over you,
As you move on the way you need to do.
Though my short life has reached an end,
I'm waiting for you around the bend.
I beg you-- please don't weep for me!
It's not so bad, for soon you'll see
That I will linger long past this sunset
In the hearts of you who love me yet."
The beautiful rose and angels above, along with the poem, and these cute cats below
are gifts to Meshael's mum from Laura's mom.
In Loving Memory of Elizabeth Luto
My Angel Chris
A friend can hear a tear drop.
This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of Meshael Louise Ali Richardson
on August 4, 2004
Last updated: May 30, 2016
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