Kyle Coope

Kyle was a lovely, young, outgoing and funny guy.

He died tragically on Sunday 9th March in Leeds.
kyle is a very much loved son,brother,grandson,nephew and friend.
He will be very sadly missed by his family, all his friends from Bar Fibre and Q C in Leeds,work
friends and anyone who had the pleasure of knowing him.xx
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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ... Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ... Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ...Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

To some the pain of living
Becomes to much to bear
He chose to end his life but
That does'nt mean he didn't care

The blanket of depression
Shrouds the mind in misery
And suffocating blackness
Is all that he could see

Please know though you are grieving
There was nothing you could do
He chose this way to end his pain
Not to escape from you

Let tears wash away your anger
Allow your aching heart to grieve
Keep your memories of the good times
Then set his spirit free

loved and missed so much every minute of every day,always and forever.xxxx

i would like to say a very big thank you to everyone who leaves tributes,candles and pictures.xxxx

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my darling kyle,I miss you so much.You are my first thought when i wake each day,you are constantley
in my thoughts throughout each day.You are always my last thought when the day ends.I love you so
much.Always and forever your heartbroken mum.XxXx

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The Pit of Grief

The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily
life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.

The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and
ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.

Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear
before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes,
I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.

Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the
climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb
ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they
are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.

Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they
really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child
who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.

My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of
grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see,
they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance,
rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have
no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better,
to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The
'person' who is emerging from the pit.

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