| Location | Perth |
| Age | 14 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 12/03/1989 |
| Date of Death | 28/12/2003 |
| Visitors | 12,420 since 13/04/2007 |
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THANKS TO ALL WHO CONTINUE TO LIGHT CANDLES FOR JENNA, ITS ALWAYS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. MARIE
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PLEASE VISIT THE SITE/ LIGHT A CANDLE FOR MY FRIENDS DAUGHTER~
LUCY MCRITCHIE, THANKS
Jenna Suzanne Morris
Jenna died on the 28th December 2003 when the car she was a passenger in lost control and crashed.
Jenna died just 19 days after her dad died on the 9th of December 2003.
Jenna was born in Perth on the 12th March 1989, the youngest daughter of Brian and Marie and sister
to Samantha,now 22, & Jilly,now aged 20.
As a baby Jenna had medical problems and was in and out of hospital during her childhood, but this
caused her no difficulties later on and she grew up to be a fit and healthy girl, who was always
good at sports. From a very young age, she was a real chatterbox too and she certainly had her
naughty moments. Her speciality, consisted of nipping her big sisters, then bursting into tears and
running to her Dad to say that they had hit her!
Most of Jenna’s childhood was spent in Stanley where the three of them grew up playing outdoors,
fighting and falling out with each other! They went to Primary school in Stanley and Jenna loved it,
excelling at sports in particular.
After Primary school, Jenna attended Perth Academy and although she hated maths, she enjoyed, and
did well in lots of other subjects, including Biology, History and Modern Studies. Mind you, if i am
to be honest, she did go through a phase of skiving off too. Samantha once caught her in town with
her pals when she should have been at school and played hell with her – that was until it was
pointed out that she was skiving off too! Jenna seemed to have put all of that behind her latterly
though and she was working hard at school. She gained a clutch of Gold Awards and Certificates of
Merit in various subjects and got her Young Achievers Award in 2001 too. Her last report in S3 was a
really good one. Perth Academy now has a new trophy awarded for \"Outstanding Citizenship\" in
Jenna\'s memory.
In her spare time, Jenna was really into sports in a big way. For 3 or 4 years, she and her sisters
went to the Perth City Swimming Club every Friday night and she achieved her Gold Award for
swimming. She also played hockey and tennis for a while too and she tried curling and ice skating,
where she was a natural. With Jenna, there was none of that clinging to the edge and falling on your
bum every time you tried to move! The first time out, she was whizzing round the rink as if she’d
been on the ice for years.
She was also into Kick Boxing and had been going along to the Tulloch Institute for about 4 years
– ever since she’d seen Aly McBeal kick boxing on tv in fact! She was pretty good at it – she
had her purple tag and had various certificates, trophies and medals. She had a damn good punch too
and in her time, floored quite a few people. She even broke some one\'s ribs once and yes, it was a
guy!.
Jenna certainly had determination in bucket loads and this showed once during a competition, when
she was stopped because she had a nose bleed. She was told to wait until she was ready to continue,
but her response was instant - typically, she just wiped her bloody nose on her sleeve, took up her
stance again and defiantly said “I’m ready!
Cadets had become a huge part of her life. Ever since Samantha had joined, Jenna was desperate to
get in and she joined as soon as she was twelve. And to say that she gave it her all is a bit of an
understatement. When she went for her Half Star exam, she came out as the top recruit and she was
top again in her One Star exam, which covered map and compass, drill, shooting, turn out and kit and
general attitude. She was promoted to Lance Corporal in May 2002 and in the summer of that year,
attended an annual camp for military skills training. Her team came second in competition against
fifty odd other teams from the whole battalion and I think she was really pleased with the fact that
they were all girls. In December 2002 she won a trophy for best junior NCO and she was then runner
up in her Two Star exam in April. Shortly after that she was awarded the Bronze Duke of Edinburgh
and she was promoted to Corporal in the summer time too.
In September she had been for the SETC national competition for military skills and she was also
part of a team that took part in a national first aid competition at Sandhurst. She practised for
ages for that one and I think had every cuddly toy in the house bandaged to within an inch of their
lives! Her team came 7th out of 18, which was the best Scotland had ever achieved.A first aid trophy
is now presented annually to the best local detatchment in her memory.
Jenna also played hockey for the Cadets and won her ACF sports colours for athletics too. And that
long list of achievements is probably only the half of it! She was serious about Cadets and would
spend hours bulling her boots and making sure that the tramlines down her trousers were just
perfect. She also ran the canteen and she certainly ran it “her way”! She always kept the place
scrupulously clean and I believe that she used to get ever so slightly ratty about the disorderly
queue! So in her own inimitable way, she imposed strict discipline. She drew a white line and
insisted that only one person was to cross it at a time, everyone else was to stay behind it until
it was their turn and anyone pushing in the queue was out on their ear! She even had a sign up to
say that bad behaviour would not be tolerated, “by order of Jenna Morris”! And god help you if
you overstepped that mark!
Jenna was a lovely girl and she was always smiling and game for a laugh. Her lively, sociable nature
meant that she was really well liked and she was happy, bubbly and easy going. It took a lot to get
her to lose her temper, but she certainly stood her ground when necessary. She took no nonsense if
she thought someone was taking the mick or had crossed her and she was feisty and spirited. She had
real determination and tenacity she certainly wasn’t one for giving in.She had a fiercely
competitive streak and not to put too fine a point on it, she liked to win. She had talked about one
day becoming a PT Instructor for the army, although she had also mentioned being a lawyer – I
think it was all that Aly McBeal! Actually, with her great strength of character and lovely
personality, I think she could have done anything she wanted to in life…..
Jenna was very close to her sisters,they were always together,whether they were out shopping for yet
more pairs of shoes or at a kickboxing competition or cadet camp.
Only a parent who has lost a child knows how much i miss Jenna and how i wish i could turn the clock
back,its been 5 years now but it still feels like yesterday,i\'ll never stop loving her & missing
her.
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My Guardian Angel
My angel's right beside me,
wherever I may go,
keeping close watch over me,
she's my daughter don't you know.
God took her away from me,
not so long ago,
but she promised she'd never leave me,
dear lord I miss her so.
But I know she's right beside me,
wherever I may go,
for she's my guardian angel,
my love, my life, my soul.
In my thoughts and prayers. Love Liz, Stuart's mum xx
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You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile
because she has lived
You can close your eyes
and wish that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes
and see all she's left
You can remember her
and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory
and let it live on
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I opened up a box one day
What treasures did I find!
Letters and some photographs
Of days we left behind
I drifted back to yesterday
The thought was oh, so clear
For just a moment, anyway
It felt like you were here
I smile when I think of you
Sometimes I cry so much
I'm all alone without you now
I crave to feel your touch
But God had other plans for you
An Angel he did find
So now my box of memories
Is all that's left behind.
In my thoughts and prayers. Love Liz, Stuart's mum x
Read at Kierans Funeral
Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no tears in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – But not for long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – But let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to your friends that we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good works,
Miss me – But let me go.
Perhaps if we could see the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called from you and me,
We’d understand
Perhaps if we could hear the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve.
Perhaps if we could know the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
We’d wait content
Miss me – But let me go
Quietly I weep
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 defense
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
Candles in the Night
Candles flame in darkness,
Flicker, steadily glow,
Bringing light from shadows
And help to soothe me so.
My daughter, like the candles,
Gave my life true light,
I use the candle's beacon
To connect us in the night.
As I light the candles,
My wish and my request
Is that she'll see my signal
And know my love's expressed.
As her light joins my lights,
Our worlds touch and flame.
As I snuff out the candles,
I softly say her name.
Hello, Old Friend,
Oh, yes, you know
I lost my child a while ago.
No, no please
Don’t look away
And change the subject
It’s ok.
You see, at first I couldn’t feel,
It took so long, but now it’s real.
I hurt so much inside you see
I need to talk,
Come sit with me?
You see, I was numb for so very long,
And people said, “My, she is so strong.”
They did not know I couldn’t feel,
My broken heart made all unreal.
But then one day, as I awoke
I clutched my chest, began to choke,
Such a scream, such a wail,
Broke from me…
My child! My child!
The horror of reality.
But everyone has moved on, you see,
everyone except for me.
Now, when I need friends most of all,
Between us there now stands a wall.
My pain is more than they can bear,
When I mention my child,
I see their blank stare.
“But I thought you were over it,”
Their eyes seem to say,
No, no, I can’t listen to this, not today.
So I smile and pretend, and say, “Oh, I’m ok”.
But inside I am crying, as I turn away.
And so my old friend, I shall paint on a smile,
As I have from the start,
You never knowing all the while,
All I’ve just said to you in my heart.
A mothers words, by Deborah Turner
Have a good weekend Love Liz, Stuart's mum xx
The Pit of Grief
The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.
The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.
Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.
Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.
Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.
My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.
Unknown Author
Message
When the child you have cherished is taken,
when the light of that promise is gone,
when the faith which sustained you is shaken,
and your days stumble painfully on,
When the sorrows of loss are unending
and your God seems forever away,
find the message your lost-one keeps sending:
words of loving and thanking and mending...
let your child shape the peace of your day.
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Sascha Wagner
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Tributes For This Week
My computer is running very slow at the moment I will have to get it looked at so I will be back online A.S.A.P. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for all you do for Christopher & I it is very much appreciated
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FOR MONDAY 31st August
Our thoughts are ever with you
Though you have passed away.
And those who loved you dearly
Are thinking of you today.
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FOR TUESDAY
Everyday in some small way
Memories of you come our way.
Though absent, you are always near
Still missed, loved and always dear.
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FOR WEDNESDAY
No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say goodbye,
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God can tell us why.
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FOR THURSDAY
We can't have old days back
When we were all together.
But secret tears and loving thoughts
Will be with us forever.
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FOR FRIDAY
Love Lives On
Those we love
Are never really lost to us –
We feel them
In so many special ways-
Through friends
They always cared about
And dreams they left behind,
In beauty that they added to our days...
In words of wisdom we still carry with us
And memories that never will be gone...
Those we love are never really lost to us -
For everywhere their special love lives on.
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FOR SATURDAY
If Roses Grow in Heaven
If roses grow in Heaven Lord
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my loved ones arms
and tell them they're from me.
Tell them I love and miss them,
And when they turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon their cheeks
And hold them for a while.
Because remembering them is easy,
I do it everyday,
But there is an ache within my heart
That will never go away.
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FOR SUNDAY
Still With Us
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there...I DID NOT DIE.
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Thoughts Today, Memories Forever
Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum
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