| Location | Scotland |
| Age | 4 years |
| Cause of Death | Asthma Attack |
| Date of Birth | 26/08/2004 |
| Date of Death | 06/07/2009 |
| Visitors | 2,182 since 19/07/2009 |
| Creator |
Hello there, my name is Briea Neave Denney and i am 4 years old.
Its almost my 5th birthday but sadly i wont get to see it. I died of a severe asthma attack, but we didnt even know i suffered from asthma!
My mummy fights overseas in the army and loves me very much even though we didnt see her much.
So for the past year my sisters and i have been living with my auntie Laurie. She LOVES me to bits!!!
I love sport, i took swimming lessons and just recieved my 10m badge, every one was very proud of me.
I couldnt wait until i was old enough to join the running club and was very excited to turn 8 even though it seemed ages away because then me and Burpie, my pony could be on the pony club tetrathlon team!
My sisters are called Baileigh, shes 10 and shes the oldest. She takes care of me when im sad, but usually i end up taking care of her too! Then theres Lois and shes 8, me and her always played on our kareoke machiene usually singng along to hannah montana and other disney songs! Next is Sammy and she's just turned 7, we are very close and we share a bedroom, but i let her have the top bunk....you know just incase i fall out, and i think it would be funny if she did...as long as she didnt get hurt of course!
Last but not least is my favourite sister of all, baby Reilly, she has just turned 2, and i love her because she is the only one who is younger than me so i love to play the role of the big sister!
When i grow up i wanted to be a Lawyer. I love telling stories and when i feel like the situation needs exagerated a little, i will step in happily :)
My best friend of all time is Teagen Abigail McKlarke and she has had cancer since she was 2. When she lost her hair sha cried alot, so i cut my hair off too, my auntie wasnt very happy to begin with but eventually said i was the kindest little girl in the world!
The stories above are taken from some of the things Briea has said on video recordings or just out loud and so we wanted to share her words on her page.
Briea was the most precious niece to me, and i know youre not meant to have favourites but unfortunatly i did!
She would tell funny stories and sad stories...even use stories to lie her way out of a situation by putting it in a story that would melt your heart.
She loved to pull faces, and this often got her into trouble but even her teachers had a hard time shouting at her when she used her big puppy dog eyes...i tell you, butter wouldnt melt in her mouth.
Her stories usually began at about 3 when she returned home with "Auntie Laurie, Maggie Pritchard called me ugly" By 4pm her sisters would have returned home and therefore the story needed to sound more exciting and so would slightly change to "hey you guys, you never guess what that Maggie Pritchard called me today, she said i was ugly. She cant talk, her plaits are always lop sided!!"
By 5pm it was almost bath time and the story would have moved on again. By 6pm and while dripping all the way down the hallway we would get dried and gather in the front room. And there we would have it! the full blown story of her encounter with little Maggie Pritchard.
"Ok so you know that Maggie Pritchard in my class yeah? well she called me ugly, and you know she has lopsided bunches and a crooked nose so she cant talk! and you what she keeps telling me that i dont even look scottish, you know she couldnt look scottish with a paper bag over her head, because shes welsh you know!! and she always says "yourer nayem is weeerd toooo" Briea would recall her accent and procede with her story.
And so every day we would wait in anticipation for the next story and although we heard slightly diferent versions through the evening we loved to hear them over and over again- but only i had ever heard the very begining one liner from which this great story had flourished from!
and so this page is for the most beautiful inspiring little story teller ever!!
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~R.I.P~
ღ ღ ღ ღ All My Love Beautiful Angel ღ ღ ღ ღ
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How will heaven be?
As far as I can see
It will have huge bells
And will be situated on clouds
It will have many golden wells
That will so often swell
Rain will be abundant
And the sun will shine all day long
Angels will play on the harp
The sweetest summer song
Music that will touch the heart
While those beneath will shed drops of sorrow
Little will they know what will happen on the morrow
But to them up above
As plain and clear it will be
As far as far as I can see
Yes there will be misty alleys
And lush green meadows
Fresh with the fragrant smell of spring
Winter will never be bitter
Summer never so hot
Autumn never so bare
And resources never so scarce
Food for all will be relished by all.
Grateful we’ll be as grateful can be
Mountains high and strong and brown
Surrounding that hidden land,
Beautiful and vast seas I see
There colour as blue as sapphire can be
And the white waves lashing upon the shore
Sitting on the flattened grey rocks
Who would not call it absolutely heavenly?
However it might actually be,
But can we still not see
There will lie behind this seen
A relieving feeling of bliss
For where not have we been
But is this not by all believed
That after one’s decease
This is the land of eternal peace
Where we all ultimately reach?
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What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls, that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children were not gathered ‘round to help the angels sing. The children that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay, just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
xxx
briea, a beautiful angel
A BUTTERFLY CAME FLOATING BY,
I THOUGHT I KNEW IT'S FACE.
IT LANDED ON MY SHOULDER,
AND SPREAD IT'S WINGS OF LACE.
I LOOKED AND SAW IT SMILING,
AS IT WINKED AND FLEW AWAY.
I'M SURE I HEARD IT WHISPER,
'WE'LL MEET AGAIN ONE DAY.'
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a special and beautiful little girl, xxxxx
hey baby girl.
i miss you so much and cant believe that this time 3 weeks ago you were bouncing on our new trampoline for sammy's 7th birthday.
There were no signs to your departure and hope you felt no pain. Every one has left flowers every where for you and beautiful posters are all over the lamp posts with your face on and lovely caring messages.
Tomorrow im going to see Teagan and were going to come to your grave and plant some new flowers.
She has asked me if she can be buried near you but please visit her in her dreams and tell her every thing will be ok.
She doesnt feel the pain any more and isnt on mideicine to cure her, just medicine to make her feel better.
she misses you very much and we all send our love
lots of love auntie laurie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
TEAGAN ABIGAIL MCKLARKE, THIS BRAVE LITTLE GIRL STOOD UP AT OUR BEAUTIFUL BRIEAS FUNERAL AND GAVE A SPEECH ABOUT HER BEST FRIEND. THE IRONY OF THIS IS THAT TEAGAN HERSELF IS REACHING THE LAST STAGE OF HER TERMINAL ILLNESS AND ALTHOUGH DOCTORS PROGNOSIS WAS 2-8 MONTHES SHE HAS HAD A TURN FOR THE WORST AND HAS BEEN GIVEN MEERLY WEEKS.
PLEASE PRAY FOR THIS WONDERFUL LITTLE GIRL, I DONT WANT TO SEND TWO LITTLE GIRLS UP TO HEAVEN!!
Well reading this as had me in tears,
Briea was loved my many and will be remember,
Sorry for your loss.
R.I.P Briea
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I came across your beautiful little girl's picture after looking for my friends baby who died two months ago. What a lovely little girl she was and those sparkling blue eyes.
I am so sorry you lost your little girl and my thoughts are with you, even though I dont know you, I felt I had to write you something. I'm sure Briea is the brightest star shining in the sky.
So sad. Hope you are resting well angel. My love, condolences and big big hugs to all your family, especially your mother.
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