This site is dedicated to the memory of my beautiful brother, Gary Coutin.
Gary Coutin was born on November 28, 1981. He was taken from us suddenly on March 22, 2006. He was only my age. Too young, too soon.
He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family. Forever in all of our hearts.
Next year, 2016, will be the 10 year anniversary. I want to raise funds for Epilepsy Action charity group.
You can donate through this website, or just leave a message/picture/light a candle if you wish.
He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family. Forever in all of our hearts.
Next year, 2016, will be the 10 year anniversary. I want to raise funds for Epilepsy Action charity group.
You can donate through this website, or just leave a message/picture/light a candle if you wish.
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3 years ago
Anonymous
£5.00 (+ £1.25 Gift Aid)
3 years ago
Andrew West
Gary was very kind to me at primary school, even though I wasn't very popular, and I've always remembered him for that. He was often the only boy who spoke to me. Hearing that he'd passed away was a terrible shock at the time and I've always thought how sad it was that such a kind hearted person was taken from the world.
3 years ago
Gary
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Thoughts
Garys poem.
In my heart the sharpest pain,
The darkest clouds up in my brain,
Just the memories aren't enough,
Yet I know for you I will be tough,
I put a star up in the universe,
I still can't believe I'm going to see you in a hurse,
Why did this have to happen? I just don't know,
Why was it your turn to go?
I will remember the good times, maybe the bad,
I promise for you ill try not to be sad,
I will try not to cry,
But it's so hard as I guess this is my final goodbye.
Amy
3rd September 2015
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
