| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 12 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 15/05/1951 |
| Date of Death | 23/11/1963 |
| Visitors | 5,623 since 22/12/2008 |
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John was a 12-year-old child victim of the notorious 'Moors Murderers' Ian Brady and Myra Hindley. He was abducted from Ashton-Under-Lyne market, and taken up to Saddleworth Moor. Here, he was sexually abused, strangled and buried.
John's body was later recovered and buried in Hurst Cemetry.
John was a happy, adventurous little boy. (He was not really allowed at the market alone). He was very fond of his grandmother, and helped keep her garden tidy. John was loved by all in his family, and was greatly missed by fellow pupils at St. Damien's school.
We lit a firework in memory of you tonight John. Best wishes for your family. Bless you, lovely boy.
xxxxx
I was living in Australia when this tragedy happened John, two years younger than you. You and the other lovely children involved in this dreadful case were and still are in everyones thoughts. x
HAPPY 60th BIRTHDAY
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Although we never met...
To John,
Although we never met;
you've still touched my heart,
i still hear your laughter, see your smiling face whenever i close my eyes,
Although we never met,
your death haunts me,
your murderers appear in my nightmares
Although we never met,
i feel like i know you
Although we never met,
i miss you everyday
words cant describe what you mean to me John
God belss you and your family forever. And maybe someday, when my time is up, we will meet.
xoxox
Its been a very long time John!
John;
I cant believ how the time has passed, how I remember you and your smile, always so very happy and enjoying life.
You are missed by all the lives that you touched, and I know my Grandad is beside you at Hurst Cross watching over you.
God Bless!
Philip Dawson
Mounsey's Lad
I go for many years to the grave they put you in. You are not there of course and I go by moonlight in silence and listen. I listen to the lark, the sheep and the water running and to peace. The light in the farmhouse is still bright and I wait. Here I am guarded and safe. But you are my thoughts and my reason as I am one that learned from Mounsey.
I still watch in the moonlight in peace. My flowers are from the farm and from the fell. Beloved and loved still.
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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.
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.
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