Natassia Pereira Da Silva

1983 - 2007
LocationJohannesburg, South Africa
Age24 years
Date of Birth8/1983
Date of Death8/2007
Visitors12,936 since 02/12/2007
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Natassia da Silva. Died on the 29th of August 2007.
She worked as a tour operator in Johannesburg. She was going to get married on the 23rd of
September. She had two sisters and one step sister and two stepbrothers.
She was crossing the road to meet a group of friends for coffee and whilst she was crossing the road
a car ( man under the influence of drugs and alcohol) killed her. She broke her neck and died
instantly.
She was my eldest and first born, my best friend the person i turned to when i was happy or sad.
She was the most caring child - ALWAYS TRYING TO PLEASE. She was loving,caring and a mother to her
little two step brothers. She loved life! She was free spirited. She was so happy she was getting
married - can you believe it instead of marrying your daughter you bury her in her wedding
dress..... how do you cope with this?
I miss her like crazy - there isnt a minute during the day that i dont think on her and wish i could
hold her so tight and tell her how much i love her!!!
I just cant believe she is GONE!
Part of me died with her ........
How will this pain ever ease .......
Tassy my angel i miss you so much!
Love you lots ------- MOM


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Where Peace Flows Like a River.

Together we will journey
To that land up in the sky
Where the flame does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.

Where the harps are gently playing
As a host of angels sing
Where the road is paved with diamonds
And the golden bells do ring.

Where the path is set before us
Shining brightly as the sun
We will see the face of Jesus
When our final race is run.

Where the peace flows like a river
Winding through the streets of gold
We will dine with priests and prophets
When the key to life, we hold.

Where the flame does burn eternal
In that sacred Promised Land
Where God holds the gift of freedom
In the cleft of His right hand.

Where we'll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
When we meet again someday.
Where we'll gather at the river
In our home up in the sky
Where the peace flows like a fountain
And the soul does never die.

Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
© 2004

Mel Xxxxx (Friend) 35 minutes ago




6th November 2009.


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β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Š β”Šβ”Š β”Š
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Š β˜…β˜… β˜… Just sending
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ˜…
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Š
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€ β˜… Lots of love

β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ˜…
β”Š β˜… For a special Angel
β”Š
β˜… In heaven above.

I've just popped on your memorial..
To send you some love..
For a special Angel..
In heaven above

You are greatly missed..
By your family below
Why God took your hand..
They will never know.

You were loved so much..
And nobody could compare
For you are a their special Angel..
In heaven up there.

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copyright ~ Jackie Thomas 30/07/09.

Jude Swaddle Yesterday evening

NIGHT HUN.X.

*♥* SENDING ALL MY LOVE TO YOU *♥*

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β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Š ✿
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€βœΏβœΏSOMEONE
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€
β”Š γ€€ ✿✿WHO IS
β”Š
✿VERY SPECIAL

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β–’β–’β–’β–’β–’β–’β–’β–’β–ˆβ–ˆβ–’β–’β–’β–’β–’β–’β–’β–’
β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–ˆβ–ˆβ–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“
β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘
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β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘

REST IN PEACE ANGEL
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♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Š ✿
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€βœΏβœΏ
β”Šγ€€γ€€ β”Šβ”Šγ€€γ€€
β”Š γ€€ ✿✿NITE NITE
β”Š
✿SWEET DREAMS
LV ALWAYS MANDY.XXXX.

Mandy Barry Yesterday evening

♥ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣœΜ΅Μ¨Μ„Ζ· ♥ PRECIOUS CHILD ♥ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣœΜ΅Μ¨Μ„Ζ· ♥


A child is such a precious gift
To love to hold to treasure
A very special miracle
Who gives so much pleasure
But when that gift is taken back
And our hearts are cold and torn
Amid this grief and sorrow
We are so glad that they were born
For they have a precious legacy
Even though we are far apart
The love they left behind them
Will stay forever in our hearts


Author Unknown

Brenda Derrick Leannes Mum Yesterday afternoon

***X I Promise X***


I promise I won't cry forever
But I need to just today.
I promise I will remember
How to live and how to play.

I promise that I'll dry my tears
When the heartache goes away.
I promise that it won't take years
But I need another day.

I promise that I'll live my life
As you would want me to.
I promise when I'm facing strife
I'll face it straight and true.

I promise I will endeavour
To do the best I can each day.
I promise I won't cry forever
But I need to just today.


XxX

Violetta Georgallou (Friend) Thursday night

.• *♥*•. ANGEL*♥*•.


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When you wonder where I am
When I leave this world behind .• *♥*•.

Look into your own existence
I'm in your heart and mind
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Look for me on sunny days
or over rainbows after showers .• *♥*•.

Look for me in lovely music
that we'd listen to for hours .• *♥*•.

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Look for me under a star
The first one out at night .• *♥*•.

I'll be twinkling just for you
I'll be kissing you good night
.• *♥*•.

So, when the sun goes down each day
I'll come out and light your night
Look for me under a star .• *♥*•.

I'll be shining very bright...
.• *♥*•.

Just for you for all your days
to guide you always from afar .• *♥*•.

Just look for me in all you do
and look for me under a star

Joyce Tidy Thursday afternoon

5th November 2009

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LOVE JUDE.XX

Jude Swaddle Thursday afternoon

We told our stories –
That’s all
We sat and listened to each other
And hear the journeys
Of each soul
We sate in silence
Entering each ones pain
And
Sharing each ones joy
We heard loves longing
And the lonely reaching-out
For love and affirmation

We heard of dreams shattered
And visions flared of hopes and laughter
Turned stale and dark
We felt the pain of isolations
And the bitterness of death
But in each brance
And lonely story
God’s gentle light broke through
And we heard music
In the darkness
And smelt the flowers
In the void

Isabelle - Natassia Da Silva Mother (Mom) Thursday afternoon

RE: Middle of the night blues

Middle of the Night Blues

I got a case of the middle of the night blues…again. My Daughter died twenty four years only just a few days before her wedding….. something she had dreamt on from when she was a little girl…… WHY….. What does it matter how long ago it was? It happened and this can happen one month and 100 months from now. You put yourself to bed. You’re never ready to go to bed after the first few nights after the death of your child. You don’t want the day to end…that’s one more day from when you saw him last. You don’t want the night to come…that’s when the what if’s and the maybe if’s come to visit. They keep you awake. And when you start to drift off…POW!!! Your heart is racing..you must have slept for time has passed but you don’t feel rested. You dreamed of her, , of whomever it is you have lost….and it woke you up. Maybe one day it will be different. …She was killed by a drunken driver!!!! Did I dream it? No!!! Damn it!!! It hurts too much to be a dream but it can’t beeeeeeeeeeeeee…….It is!!! No, no, no, I won’t accept it…She was just here… …But the tears tell me differently…I have cried more in 1 week than in 100 weeks. She is gone…Except when I look at his picture or a smell triggers a memory. I see someone dressed like her. I draw random connections in my head and I think about her all the time!!! It never goes away…..Give me drugs and grant me some rest…please?? ???? The drugs come and I sleep, but I do not rest. The waking nightmare continues. I survive the day and the next and the next, but I must sleep. And the memories flow, one after the other. I see her in laughing, joking having fun, but I never did…. Isee her in the casket, that I saw….. I remember the things people said about her, sort of…. I was in shock the days of the funeral and rely on others to remind of what was said. Or did I dream parts of that, too? It all seems to meld together and I lost track of time. Was that yesterday or two years ago? I don’t know, don’t care, don’t give a rat’s behind. She is gone!!!! GONE!!!!!!!! !!! I wail and gnash my teeth and it is still true…..Please, please, please let it end??? And, slowly, time does it’s work, the Night Blues as often, but they will always welcome me when I do, old friends regrets memories treasures that they are. She will always be with me, just like her love, LOVE, I hold in my heart that gives me pain today. Beloved friend. The Pain of Love. I was not given a choice but I bear it today. And always will, for I LOVED and I STILL DO!!!!!!!!!! !!!!! AND ALWAYS WILL!!!!!!!!!

Isabelle - Natassia Da Silva Mother (Mom) Thursday afternoon

RE: Grieving ........

Grieiving is as natural as crying when you are hurt
Sleeping when you are tired
Eating when you are hungry
Or sneezing when your nose itches
It is the nature’s way of healing a BROKEN HEART

Isabelle - Natassia Da Silva Mother (Mom) Thursday afternoon
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