31/12/2025
๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ, ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐
๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐น๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐.
Without your generosity and support, ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฑ'๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ would simply not be able to deliver the compassionate care that makes such a profound difference to our patients and their families.
Your support helps us turn a difficult time into a chance for peace, comfort, and the creation of cherished final memories.
We finish this year with this poignant poem, a true tribute to the spirit of our hospice, beautifully written by Stuart Elliott in memory of Herbert Ramsay Skinner.
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๐ช๐ฟ๐๐ต ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ป, ๐ฟ๐๐ฑ๐๐ป ๐ป๐ถ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐๐บ๐ฟ๐๐ฑ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐น๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ถ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ป ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฏ ๐๐ป ๐ผ'๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ป๐ผ๐ด๐๐๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ต๐๐ด๐ผ๐ฒ๐น.
Heb eich haelioni a'ch cefnogaeth, fyddai ๐๐ผ๐๐ฏ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ddim yn gallu darparu gofal tosturiol sy'n gwneud gwahaniaeth mor fawr i'n cleifion a'u teuluoedd. Mae eich cymorth yn ein helpu i droi cyfnod anodd yn gyfle am heddwch, cysur, a chreu atgofion olaf annwyl.
Rydyn niโn diwedduโr flwyddyn hon gyda'r gerdd deimladwy hon, sef teyrnged i ysbryd ein hosbis, a ysgrifennwyd yn hyfryd gan Stuart Elliott er cof am Herbert Ramsay Skinner.
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๐๐ป ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐.
In haste we say I'll miss you, goodbye.
Our words are too short to contain the
Myriad of complex thoughts that tumble
Together, falling over themselves to escape
Getting caught in a knot, that lump in my throat
That would have been an attempt say something more.
So in haste we say, I'll miss you, goodbye.
But in the hospice we might stay awhile, and be thankful. And,
Whilst sharing chips we might laugh together and remember
The time we dug up the potatoes we planted.
And all the muddy boots on the back door step.
And the apples from your tree.
And each Friday lunchtime with ๏ฌsh and far too much vinegar.
Then in trouble again as we hid at the air๏ฌeld watching planes.
When someone brings cake we are back at the beach someplace else Wrapped in love and greaseproof paper shared from a tupperware box.
Will you remember the tears we shed at the end of the day?
For in haste we say, I'll miss, you goodbye - yet in the hospice we can stay Awhile to be thankful and caught in a moment of wonder And our evensong will be one last trip to sit on the bench beneath your tree.
๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ฉ. ๐ฟ๐๐ซ๐๐'๐จ ๐๐ค๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฝ๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐จ-๐ฎ-๐พ๐ค๐๐ 2025 ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐๐๐ข๐จ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ง ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ฉ
