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My lovely son Gareth Ian Wilce, Architect, died in Bergen, Norway on 24 January 2010, aged 44.

My beloved wife Gillian Ann Wilce, Teacher,died in Marbella, Spain on 27 October 2011, aged 71.

Gareth was diagnosed with a Bipolar Disorder in 2009. He bravely volunteered for electro-shock treatment in a Norwegian Asylum in the hope of return to the three young children he so loved.

In September 2009, Gillian brought her son to our holiday home in Spain in the hope of recovery. While here, Gareth wrote a hundred poems which I have posted in his memory on the two Obituary sites of the South Wales Echo and Wrexham Leader which have received an astonishing 21,450 visits during the past two years.

In November 2009, Gillian returned to Norway to support the further hospital treatment of her son.

Sadly, Gareth committed suicide in Bergen on 24 January 2009, dying in the arms of his loving partner Leni.

His mother never recovered her heath. Gillian suffered a Breakdown in Norway followed by two years of painful disability in Spain. Never complaining, my wife fought so hard, but finally suffered fatal heart failure on 27 October 2011

I am posting Gary's poetry on Gill's Obituary sites in memory of a wonderful wife & son:

WREXHAM LEADER and BARRY AND DISTRICT NEWS.

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PLUS FIVE -

Gareth Wilce - 4 September 2009

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I've never felt like this before,

Nor pain like this I now endure.

These devils in my mind reside.

Though gently will I sleep beside.

Plus five is how I feel.

Plus five at your feet kneel.

I wish for your love.

And shake my head,

Crushing my pillow,

And staring at the sky.

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LEARNER -

Gareth Wilce - 2 September 2009

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Though not a new beginner, I am still a learner.

Learning how to express myself in a sea of memories.

Beginning to understand how to earn her.

Though failing how to express how I feel, in my well of memories.

I want to break free. And I'm learning how.

Though time runs past me. Carpe diem, now.

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GORGEOUS -

Gareth Wilce - 2 September 2009

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Gorgeous, I whispered as she lay upon my bed.

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Gorgeous, the words resonating in my head.

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She smiled back at me and held my hand.

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A deep sigh came over me, my heart beats with its persistence.

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Complete contentment, bliss, the beauty of this one grain of sand.

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On the beach of my emotion that stretches for miles into the distance.

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The scent of her, as we lay side by side.

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That scent, delicious, and doubling my pride.

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She breathes in and out, deeply, softening.

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Her breathe is like stardust to my senses, gently rise, gently fall.

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Oh sweet contentment, and dream most beguiling,

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On the shores of love. What's yours, is all.

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In September 2009, hoping for a "cure",Gareth entered an Asylum in Norway for Electro-Shock Treatment. On his release, he gave this poem to his father.

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THE PATH OF MY PAIN -

Gareth Wilce - 24 August 2009 -

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Salt stains mark the path of my pain...

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They trace a stream down over my cheeks.

It stings like never before, like the seas have dried,

And their salt rubbed into my soul.

And it hurts.

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The crystal stains mirror how I feel.

If things had been different, if I hadn't told you how I am

What would have been left of me?

And yet the marks are there.

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The marks on my face are not only for you.

It stings like all have experienced eternity before. They're for all to see,

And for me to be. And it hurts.

With drips of salty runny snot pouring from my nose.

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Snot stains mark the path of my pain...

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AM I CRAZY -

Gareth Wilce - 20 August 2009

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Am I crazy to follow after you?

Am I insane to want the things you do?

Am I mad to wish I was beside you, all of the time?

Am I loony to think that I belong?

Am I potty to dare to think at all?

Am I stupid to ponder?

Am I me?

I am me, and this I choose.

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PILLOWS -

Gareth Wilce - 21.07.2009

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Stretched out

And hugging pillows.

Heavy sighs

Yet nothing withers.

One deep breath,

My body shivers.

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THE MOON AND THE SUN -

Gareth Wilce - 12.07.2009

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The moon and the sun are not enough

To quench my thirst and hunger for you.

To be away from you

Not kissing not touching and all that stuff.

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Bars-

Gareth Wilce - 10 June 2009

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Bars which encompassed me once, disappear.

In a mist of what? Is not quite clear.

But those bars remain, to my dismay.

And darken night, of what should be day.

Sunsets dwell before they become night.

Lengthening time, this endless twilight.

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SAD BUT TRUE -

Gareth Wilce - April 2009 -

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Doors gently close, to hide secret telephone conversations.

Without talking, we talk; together, yet very apart.

Glances exchanged without emotion.

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Silence is golden, though the storm brews deep inside.

Heavy sighs, we breathe; in, and yet very much out.

That once gained is now left aside.

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What's left to say, is not said.

What once was, is no more.

Sad, but true.

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THE SLUG -

Gareth Wilce - 1997

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The slug is a strange creature.

Eating things he really oughten'ta.

Eyes on stalks he slimes his way,

And never takes a holiday.

Under stones you'll find him

Anywhere it's wet and dim.

There are few things quite like a slug,

Apart from snails and they are ugh!!!

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THE FWOG -

Gareth Wilce - 1997

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Squished amphibian

On the road.

Are you a fwog?

Or perhaps a toad?

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REALITETEN SLAR TIL -

Gareth Wilce - 17 January 2010

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Realiteten slar til

Med sine sy skarpe klor.

River pa hjertet ditt

Der sorgen din star.

De ting som betyde

Alt i ditt liv.

Strodd ved dine fotter.

Realiteten slar til.

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REALITY STRIKES -

Gareth Wilce - 17 January 2010 -

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Reality Strikes

With its razor sharp claws,

Tearing at your heart

Where your grief stands.

The things that mattered

Everything in your life,

Shattered at your feet.

Reality strikes.

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ALT SKAL DELES LIKT -

Gareth Wilce - 11 December 2009

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Det var meningen,

At alt skal deles likt.

Det var det sagt til meg,

Ting skal gjores slikt.

Av eksen, av banken

Og advokat

Av kun en part.

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Ikke tegner under,

Ingen signatur.

Profesjonelle og venner

Fryktet konkurs.

Vel. eg tegnet under

I hast og i nod.

Na, helt blakk, hjelper meg kjaere Gud.

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Banken var rotto

Og ville ikke forklar.

Eksen utnyttet meg

Og holdt meg som narr.

Na, i minus hver maned,

Eg har ikke betalingsevne.

Pengelos, sitter og venter, pa Namsmannen sitt stevne.

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SPLITTING EQUALLY -

Gareth Wilce - 11 December 2009

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It was meant to be

Splitting equally.

I was told

That it's done that way.

By my Ex, the bank,

The lawyer

It was all one-sided.

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Do not sign,

No signature.

Professionals and friends

dreaded bankruptcy.

Ah well, I signed

In haste and in need.

Now, totally broke, help me dear God.

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The bank was rotten.

No explanation given

My Ex fiddled me

And made a fool of me.

I'm now in debit every month.

I am no longer solvent.

Penniless, sitting here waiting, for the summons of the enforcement officer.

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KRYSS-ORD -

Gareth Wilce - 4.12.2009 -

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1. borte - Kryss-ord

1. nede - Ting man skulle ha sagt.

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2. borte - Manglende ord.

2.nede - For det som er lagt bak.

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3. borte - Feile ord.

3. nede - Uttrykt i hast som ikke var ment.

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4. borte - Stygge ord.

4. nede - Da rasjonell tenking forsvant.

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5. borte - For far ord.

5. nede - Du streber forgjeves a fa ut.

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6. borte - Kryss-ord.

6. nede - Da tolkningen din tok slutt.

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CROSSWORD PUZZLE-

Gareth Wilce - 4 December 2009 -

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1. Across - crossword

1. Down - things we should have said.

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2. Across - missing word.

2. Down -for what's left in the past.
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3. Across - wrong word.

3. Down- said hasily and unnecessarily.

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4. Across - ugly words.

4. Down - when rational thinking evaporated.

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5. Across - too few words.

5. Down - you vainly struggle to express.

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6. Across - crossword.

6. Down - when your interpretations ended.

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N.A.V. WEEKDAY -

Gareth Wilce - 2 December 2009

Standing here and waiting for NAV

Unsure of their demands,

Or what rights I really have,

To change my life into something good.

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Support and help there must be

To change this frown to a smile.

First I must stand patiently in line.

This place has so many people in need.

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Tired and sleepy from paperwork

A bureaucracy going nowhere

Weekdays we sit, users and used,

To get back on our feet, so that the misery will end.

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N.A.V. HVERDAG -

Gareth Wilce - 2 December 2009 -

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Sitter og venter pa NAV.

Usikkert om hva slags krav

Eller rettigheter jeg egentlig har;

A forandre st liv til noe bra.

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Stotte og hjelp ma det bli

A endre grimasen til smil.

Forst ma jeg stille, talmodig i ko.

Sa mange andre er trengende her.

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Sliten og trott med papir

Byrakratiet med ingenting klar.

Hverdag vi sitter, brukere eller brukt,

A komme oss pa beiner, at elendigheten tar slutt.

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4 NYE DIKTER -

Gareth Wilce - 17.10.2009 -

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1 bar, 1 person,

2 timer, 2 tiden,

3 tomme stoler, 3 tomme glass,

4 nye dikter, 4!!!

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4 NEW POEMS -

Gareth Wilce - 17.10.2009 -

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1 bar, 1 person,

2 hours, 2'ish,

3 empty chairs, 3 empty glasses,

4 new poems, 4!!!

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EG ER STEIN -

Gareth Wilce - 17 January 2010

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Eg er stein,

Av fremmed art.

En sjelden mineral,

Spro og litt skarp pa kantene,

Men solid og urokkelig.

Na kastet pa vann

Eg spretter tvers overflaten.

Prover a ikke senke pa bunn

Men a na den andre bredden

Det er malet.

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I AM A ROCK -

Gareth Wilce - 17.01.2010 -

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I am a rock,

Of a strange species.

A rare mineral,

Brittle and a little sharp at the edges,

But solid and firm.

Now cast out onto the water

I skim the surface,

Trying not to drift to the bottom.

But to reach the other side

That is my goal.

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