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GILLIAN ANN WILCE, Teacher

27 June 1940 to 27 October 2011

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GARETH IAN WILCE, Architect

24 November 1965 to 24 January 2010

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Four weeks ago today, at 9 am on Thursday 27 October, my dear wife Gillian suffered a Heart Arrest in a Marbella hospital. She remained in coma.

I honoured my promise to Gill, informing her Doctors that she did not wish aggressive revival leaving her brain damaged. I sat with my beloved whispering the love of her son Mike, her grandchildren Mattis, Leah Kaja, and her many relatives and friends. At 10.45 pm that same day Gillian suffered a second Heart Arrest and died. She was 71.

Gill looked so peaceful. All the pain and distress of her final years had gone from her face. We were married for fifty years. I loved her so much for fifty five years and always will. My Gilly was the kindest person I ever met.

After the final breakdown of his Norwegian marriage in 2009, our beloved son Gareth was diagnosed with a Bi-Polar Disorder. His mother cared for Gary daily for two months at our home in Spain and in Bergen. Sadly, she could not prevent his suicide.

Two years ago today, Gareth spent his final birthday with the children and mother he loved so much. Today, I shall leave a poppy on the beach where Gary liked to stroll with his Mum at her "technicolour home" and respect their wishes by leaving ashes of my lovely girl at the water's edge on her beach.

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My son Gareth Ian Wilce was diagnosed with a Bi-Polar Disorder in 2009. His Norwegian marriage failed and he was separated from the three children he loved most of all. Bravely, he volunteered for electro-shock treatment in a Bergen Asylum in the hope of cure and return to his family home.

Gareth's mother Gillian Ann Wilce brought our son to our holiday home on the Costa Del Sol in September 2009 the hope of recovery.

Gillian returned to Bergen to support her son in further hospital treatment in November 2009.

Sadly, our son committed suicide on 24 January 2010, dying in the arms of his partner Leni.

Gareth Ian Wilce, Architect, was 44

Gillian never recovered her own health. My loving wife suffered a Nervous Breakdown in Norway and then two years of painful physical disability in Spain. Gillian never complained ahd fought so hard for recovery, but finally suffered fatal heart failures on 27 October 2011.

Gillian Ann Wilce, Teacher, was 71.

I have posted Gareth's poetry here in memory of my lovely boyo and am presently also posting it in trubute to his wonderful mother in:

BARRY AND DISTRICT NEWS - Family Announcements Homepage

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JASMINE - Gareth Wilce - 21.10.2009

The scent of the evening

As jasmine takes the air

Invading your senses

Making you glad that you're there.

One part per million

Drifting across the night

One night in a million

Relaxed and feeling alright.

-for Gareth, died 24 January 2010

and his mum Gillian, died 27 October 2011

I love you, John Wilce

Always with us in our hearts.

Gareth was a great friend to me in Bryn Offa and Yale College. The song that reminds me of him is a song that he bought for a girl in Bryn offa called Love is the Answer. Such a tragedy for a talented poet.

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4 NEW POEMS -

Gareth Wilce - 17 October 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 October 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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VRAKGODS -

Gareth Wilce - 15 October 2009

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Vrakgods vasket opp pa stranden.

Vandrer opp og ned med stein i handed.

Samlingen vokser, mens bolgene krasj.

Flere mineraler for min stasj.

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WRECKAGE -

Gareth Wilce - 15 October 2009

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Wreckage washed up on the sand.

Wandering up and down with pebbles in hand.

My collection grows, as the waves crash.

More minerals for my stash.

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SONDAG MED DEG -

Gareth Wilce - 5 October 2009

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Vekket fra dine drommer,

Frokost var klar.

En energi tilskudd

Av sjokolade.

En smilende ansikt,

En klapp pa din kinn.

Med pirrende instinkt,

Du velkommet meg inn.

Vi holdt oss varm,

Nar det kaldt som faen.

Ved jakt og venner.

Middagen senere.

Selskap med kos.

Sondag med deg.

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SUNDAY WITH YOU -

Gareth Wilce - 5 October 2009

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Sunday with you.

Woken from your dreams,

Breakfast was ready.

An energy supplement

Of chocoalate.

A smiling face.

The touch of your cheek.

With growing excitement

You welcome me in.

We so warmed each other

When it was as cold as hell,

Like a Hunt and its Followers.

Diner later.

Cosy.

Sunday with you.

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OPP I HODET MITT -

Gareth Wilce - 3 October 2009

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Opp i hodet mitt.

Kan ingenting tas som git.

Usikkerhet, er som en morke sky pa min sjel.

En uvant folelser av ting eg kjenner vel.

Eg legger ut hjertet mitt, for all a se.

Sann er eg, eg roper, det er min destiny.

A suge til seg oppmerksomhet,

Fordi det er det eg treng.

Vakre ting viser seg apenbart,

En etter en i sleng.

Eg kjenner meg mer i livet,

Enn noen ganger fra for.

Eg foler meg sa forvirret,

Da eg holder meg selv som narr.

Opp i hodet mitt.

Kan ingenting tas som gitt.

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INSIDE MY HEAD -

Gareth Wilce - 3 October 2009

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Inside my head

Nothing can be taken for granted

Insecurity is a dark cloud on my soul

A strange feeling for things I know so well

My heart goes out to everyone I see

I'm like that, I'm shouting. It's my destiny

To draw attention,

Because that's what I need.

Beautiful things appear,

Following one by one in sequence,

I feel more alive

Than at any time before.

I feel so confused

When I behave like a fool.

Inside my head

Nothing can be taken for granted.

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EN PLAN -

Gareth Wilce - 19.09.2009

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En framtidsplan for hva jeg kan gjore neste.

A folge min drom, vil for meg blir det beste.

A vegre fra dette, er det jeg har gjort,

Med a vente for lenge, og toler mye lort.

Men na, kjenner jeg min sti.

Og hvor jeg vil bli.

Men hvordan a seier det til deg.

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A PLAN -

Gareth Wilce - 19.09.2009

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A plan for the future for what I can do next.

To follow my dream, would be best for me.

What I've done is to withdraw from this

By waiting too long and taking muchs hit.

But now I know my path

And how it must be.

But how to tell you?

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Spenning -

Gareth Wilce - 13 September 2009 -

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Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp

En kropp som er ohm, da eg sitter og venter for at

Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp

Eg har hadde lav resistens, men en hoy kapasitet, da

Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp

Men eg haper det ikke hertz, da

Spenning raser gjennom hele min kropp.

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Tension -

Gareth Wilce - 13 September 2009 -

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Tension rushes through my whole body.

A body that is Ohm, then I sit and wait because

Tension rushes through my whole body.

I have had low resistence but high capacity, then

Tension rushes through my whole body.

But I hope it'd not Hertz, then

Tension rushes through my whole body.

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OVERFORT -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009 -

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Overfort fra leilighet

Til legevakt.

Transportert fra allmennpraksis

Til akuttmottak der piller hjelp dempar skepsis.

Sa over til sjukehuset der ting er skremmande.

Fleire rutinar, meir hemmeleg,

Men likeevel vemmeleg.

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TRANSFERRED -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009 -

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Transferred from my apartment

To a first aid clinic.

Transferred from my G.P.

To Psychiatric Emergency, where pills suppress scepticism.

Then to an Asylum Ward where things are scary.

More procedures, more secrets.

But stll unpleasant.

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CAN'T TAKE THIS ALONE -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009

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Can't take this alone.

Uansett hvor sterk du trur eg er

Under overflaten,

Eg er myk.

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CAN'T TAKE THIS ALONE -

Gareth Wilce - 9 September 2009 -

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Can't take this alone.

No matter how strong you think I am,

Under the surface,

I am soft.

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SCREAMING INSIDE -

Gareth Wilce - 8 December 2009

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Screaming inside,

Searching for a place to hide.

Don't lift your head.

Don't get out of bed.

Fold it inside out.

Don't let out a shout.

Store it away,

To tackle another day.

Stripped naked.

Scared and scarred.

Hide alone.

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DECEMBER DAISY -

Gareth Wilce - 7 December 2009 -

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The grass outside is green and brown.

The signs of winter bite the ground

White tips on the fronds once grown.

Hibernating buds tightly wrapped, almost gone.

Admist this, one strives alone.

A December daisy, withered, nods its head.

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