My Story

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In Memory Of
Rieckie Anderson
7/09/1961 - 18/02/2007

What can we say about someone who meant so much to us.

She was not only a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, but also a friend to all who knew her. She had such a huge capacity to extend her love to all both young and old and was an inspiration to each one of us.

When first diagnosed with breast cancer of five years ago, she sought conventional and alternative treatments. As the years progessed and the cancer progressed her determination to beat it never ceased.

Being a nurse she always had a very clear agenda of how she wanted to be treated. Her Doctor said that right from the outset Rick told him what she wanted and how she wanted it done. He said that there were patients that he loved to treat and others he was paid to treat, and she was one of the former. He had been her Doctor for 21 years.

She was always more concerned about others than about herself. Right up to the end Rick fought her battle without complaint or self pity. She was such an amazing woman. One whom we shall never forget and always love.

An angel only lent to be our lives for such a short time.


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Rick,

My dearest heart, you have been such an inspiration and joy to have spent these past six years of going through the journey that I have been so honoured to experience. We have had good times and really bad times but your sheer bloody mindedness that this disease was not going to beat you has been has been at times hard, but my darling I want to honour your courage and strength. You and I have always been close and been there for each other, I want to tell you this is the hardest thing that I've ever been through and every day I want you back, but I know you would not want to come back to how you were. You have two beautiful girls and they are going to be well looked after even now they so honour their Mum. My tribute to you my dearest:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the piano's and with muffled druma
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear white Gloves

She was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week, and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and seep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

a poem by WH Auden

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