Mikhail Richard Jay Checkley

1989 - 2008
LocationDesborough
Age18 years
Cause of DeathRoad Traffic Collision
Date of Birth05/07/1989
Date of Death14/06/2008
Visitors1,753 since 21/10/2008
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Steven Bye, 14, and 18-year-old Mikhail Checkley were hit as they were walking along the A6116
Brigstock bypass in the early hours of Saturday and were declared dead at the scene.

The two friends, both from Desborough, were described as inseparable, with Mikhail seen as a
father-figure to Steven.

Mikhail was a true mate he was there for you, through thick and thin. He loved his mates dearly
especially his little crew he had.
Steven was how you would expect any 14 year old lad to act at that age. He and Mikhail of what I
knew was always together..

Its a truly sad end how these 2 great people had sadly lost their lives.
R.I.P Miky and Little Steve, we will all miss u both and keep u in our thoughts and hearts forever
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Magic Of A Rainbow

I'll never see a rainbow
That I won't think of you;
Though days seem bleak and dreary
The sun is shining through.

A symbol of God's love fulfilled
In beauty, hope and grace;
A rainbow is a mirror
Reflecting His own face.

It arches o'er the mountains
With Heaven its domain;
Its brilliant colors wakened by
The grayness and the rain.

Now may I see the rainbows sent
To ease my broken heart,
Promising His healing love,
Shine through when teardrops start.

Miraculous, magical rainbows,
Blessing the sadness with peace;
God gently smiling and touching,
Bidding the sadness cease.

(Peggy Kociscin)

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Mel Xxxxx 2 weeks ago

♥ The Only Way ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)

• The only way we can be protected from the pain of loss and the grief we feel, is by having never loved.
• How empty our lives would be, and what a lot of wonderful shared moments we would have missed, if we had not known.
• So, although what we feel at the moment is terrible, we must try to remember that it is because we have all been privileged to have known and loved, that we now feel the pain and sadness.

Mel Xxxxx 3 weeks ago

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Quietly I Weep
By Lyndie Sorenson

Although I seem to hide it
My sorrow's still so deep
Missing you in silence
Quietly I weep

I long to see your smile
Hear your laughter, hug you tight
But you're no longer with me
You've headed toward the light

I'm sure you are quite happy
Here on earth I miss you so
Asking that same question
Why was it you that had to go?

I am sure there is an answer...
One that might make sense
When others offer reasons
I'm just on the defence

If they could understand me
Know how hard life is with grief
Just hold my hand and listen...
That would be a great relief

Although I seem to hide it
My sorrow's still so deep
Missing you in silence...
Quietly I weep

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Mel Xxxxx 4 weeks ago

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☼ The Sea and the Beach ☼
(Tessa Wilkinson)

The sea seems to illustrate pain and sorrow so well
It comes in and goes out
For a while it is there, overwhelming, covering everything
Then slowly the tide turns and it withdraws
For a while we can see the beauty of the shells, the seaweed
We can rejoice in the patterns in the sand
We can feel the corrugated ripples under our feet
Alive to what is around, and beyond
But then the tide turns and again it is all washed away, all overwhelmed
We feel like the crashing of the waves on rocks
Raw and out of control
Full of anger and rage
Battered and bruised
Tossed about like flotsam floating wherever we are thrown
There are so many questions. Why now? Why him?
But no answers
Then the sea calms and gently the waves lap the rocks
We are soothed and the inner turmoil is calmed
In time we can learn to move up the beach as the tide comes in
Out of its reach
Not to be overwhelmed
The pain is still there, but in control
We can recognise the pain
Revisiting the sadness
Acknowledging how much the person is missed
We learn to turn away and look to the future
Knowing the person will always be part of us
Always loved and always remembered

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Mel Xxxxx October 15, 2009

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~ Immeasurable (by Sean Ashcroft) ~

Laughter will still sound,
even though you’re gone.
But the decibels will dip,
with some smiles, painted on.
Hopes will still soar,
dreams float on high.
But the altitude will drop,
as will the supply.
Passion will still drive us,
desire wave us off.
But the revs will decline
and the engine might cough.
Time will be bejewelled,
lives lit by waltzing light.
But the carats will diminish,
its brilliance a lesser sight.
Yet memories have no volume,
love no mass nor weight.
These will broaden, widen, deepen,
a true measure of something great.

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Mel Xxxxx October 11, 2009

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BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ALWAYS,.LOVE JUDE.X


Jude Swaddle October 8, 2009

~ Life Beyond ~

Let them go, but not completely.
Hold on to them, but not too tightly.
Love them as you know you will,
as you always have.

Rejoice that they are well, the only difference
now is that you cannot see them,
But you feel them still and they will always be with you.
The spirit does not die as the body dies
and Love is of the spirit.

Nothing you have experienced together can be taken from you.
And your loved one shall be eternally yours in that love.
Weep not too long, that they may also cry,
But rejoice in their life and in yours also.
Let yours continue to be a celebration of all life; of your shared love,
Knowing that God holds you both in the palm of his hand
And in loving you both shall reunite you.

Author Unknown

Mel Xxxxx October 7, 2009

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ღ♥ღ Till Healing Comes ღ♥ღ

My heart is closing deep inside
from all the pain I feel;
while others are so full of joy
my hurt feels very real.
I want to find a bit of light
but part of me feels dead,
and though I see the joy around
my soul is sad instead.
It's hard to enter deeply in
when you're no longer here.
It's like the lights have all gone out
and won't be lighting up this year.
And so this year I must be
just how it is I am.
So that soon my heart can heal
I'll do the best I can.
The only thing that I can do
is to stay present in the now,
to feel my grieving pain
and trust I'll heal somehow.
As this year gently comes
and as my heart is torn in two.
I'll open just a little bit
as I'm deeply missing you.
I'll trust the gift of life that's here
and trust that I'm ok,
and be with how it is right now...
..till healing comes my way.

ღ♥ღ (by Bev Swanson) ღ♥ღ

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Mel Xxxxx September 30, 2009

♥═══♥ HOMEWARD BOUND ♥═══♥

The Lord woke up this morning with so much work to do
so many plans He has to make before the day is through.
He gathers all his angels. They stand close by his side
as each receive their saintly chores they spread their wings and fly.
The Lord looked up and realized his angels all were gone.
With so much work still left to do, He'd hire a new one on.
A million applications now lie upon his desk.
He reads each one so carefully until he finds the best.
Someone with all the qualities it takes to keep their faith.
Someone who seemed to always have a smile upon their face.
Someone who always tried to give a hand to those in need.
Unselfish love was all he knew, no room was left for greed.
And now the Lord has made his choice. He'll come for him today.
With wings that God alone can give, He smiles and flies away.
A single, fallen feather lies softly on the ground.
A sign sent down from heaven, Angel wings are homeward bound.

(Author Unknown)
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Mel Xxxxx September 25, 2009

♥ TIME WILL EASE THE HURT ♥
♥ by Bruce B. Wilmer ♥

♥ The sadness of the present days ♥
♥ Is locked and set in time, ♥
♥ And meaning to the future ♥
♥ Is a slow and painful climb. ♥
♥ But all the feelings that are now ♥
♥ So vivid and so real ♥
♥ Can't hold their fresh intensity ♥
♥ As time begins to heal. ♥
♥ No wound so deep will ever go ♥
♥ Entirely away; ♥
♥ Yet every hurt becomes ♥
♥ A little less from day to day. ♥
♥ Nothing can erase the painful ♥
♥ Imprints on your mind; ♥
♥ But there are softer memories ♥
♥ That time will let you find. ♥
♥ Though your heart won't let the sadness ♥
♥ Simply slide away, ♥
♥ The echoes will diminish ♥
♥ Even though the memories stay. ♥

Mel Xxxxx September 23, 2009
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