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After saying an emotional farewell to her dying mother, Sarah Phillips, 16, decided to produce a personal tribute to Debbie Phillips’s four-year battle against cancer.

Alone in her bedroom, Sarah read the words of the song “Autumn”, by Scottish singer Paulo Nutini, from the internet.

The version of the song that Sarah recorded was released on the YouTube website just days after Mrs Phillips’s funeral, an event attended by more than 400 family and friends.

The song has been put to music and clips from family videos – taken during the last two decades of Mrs Phillips’s life – have been turned into a short film.


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At her family’s five-bedroom, semi-detached house in Chiswick, west London, Sarah spoke this weekend of her determination to record the tribute – which was first played at her mother’s funeral – and to raise tens of thousands of pounds for cancer research, by establishing a fund in her memory.

Sarah, a pupil at St Paul’s Girls’ School, in London, said she had been taking singing lessons since she was 11.

“I had this song [Autumn] in mind as something that was really appropriate because there is this line that says: ‘You still live on in my father’s eyes.’ Mummy also liked Paulo Nutini’s music too.

“In the run-up to mummy’s death, I thought it was absolutely perfect but it was unrealistic for me to be able to sing it live at her funeral [because she would be too upset],” said Sarah.

“So I recorded it on my mobile phone in my bedroom at about 10pm [on February 10]. I looked the lyrics up on my computer – it was the first time I had seen them.

“I had said my ‘goodbye’ to mummy the day before. It was exactly as you would expect. I said: ‘I love you.’ She just said she wanted me to be happy, but she could not speak very much because her breathing was laboured.

“She was upset by what she would miss – our [her three children's] weddings, having grandchildren. She would have been an amazing grandmother.”

Sarah mentioned the recording to her father three days after her mother’s death and a family friend, Charlie Mole, a professional score composer and songwriter, helped edit it and put it to music.

The video clips came from 70 hours of family recordings mainly recorded during family holidays abroad.

“I never appreciated how much mummy suffered because her priority was always to make sure we were not upset by her illness,” Sarah said.

“She was incredibly selfless – everything she did was for other people. I was always very close to my mother and we have always been a close-knit family. I have wonderful memories of us all together.”

Sarah’s father, Mark Phillips, a QC, had met his wife – an only child who was born and brought up in Sheffield – at Bristol University in 1980.

The couple started going out when the-then Debbie Fisher was 19.

As a sixth former at Sheffield High School for Girls, she had been a gifted student and head girl.

She obtained a first-class honours degree in law at Bristol – and is reputed to have earned the best law degree ever given by the university. The couple married on Aug 11, 1984.

After she qualified as a solicitor and her husband qualified as a barrister, the couple moved to London where Mrs Phillips got a job with Freshfields, the leading solicitors.

After six successful years there, Mrs Phillips left when she was pregnant and she gave birth to her first child, Katy, on her 29th birthday.

She never returned to work, preferring to forsake her career to bring up her children. Katy, who is at Oxford University, is now 19 and her youngest child, Jack, who is at St Paul’s Boys’ School, is 13.

The family was comfortably off and enjoyed family holidays – sunshine and skiing – all over the world.

Things could not have been going better until, in the words of Mr Phillips, “the world changed” during a family visit to Nice in April 2006.

Mrs Phillips was telephoned by a consultant with the results of earlier medical tests which indicated a “serious problem”.

The couple returned to Britain and Mrs Phillips underwent surgery for cervical cancer within days. The tumour was too large to remove and so instead she had her ovaries and lymph glands removed.

After what appeared to be successful chemotherapy and radiotherapy, an elated Mr Phillips sat at his computer screen on Nov 3, 2006, and wrote an email, with tears streaming down his face, saying his wife had been given the “all clear” by doctors and was on the road to a full recovery.

However, by March 2008, the cancer had returned and the consultant told the couple: “We are no longer talking about a cure.”

From the moment she was ill, Mrs Phillips’s concern was not her own survival, but how to keep the family running smoothly. Mr Phillips, with his wife’s blessing, started giving family and friends regular email updates on her health.

In early April 2008, while Sarah was looking after her mother, Mrs Phillips suffered a brain haemorrhage and had to be rushed to hospital.

After his wife fell into a coma and was given twelve hours to live, Mr Phillips turned up in her hospital room and started to have a stress-induced heart attack leaving two medical “crash teams” fighting to save both their lives.

Yet both recovered enough to be allowed to go home days later where they had what the family jokingly call their “John and Yoko routine” as they recovered together in bed from their respective serious illnesses.

However, Mrs Phillips was now desperately ill with a brain tumour. Despite more radiotherapy and chemotherapy, which meant she lost her hair, her health continued to fail.

Mrs Phillips spent the last 14 months of her life unable to see because of the pressure the tumour put on her brain.

“She was often in real agony after November last year,” said Mr Phillips. “They gave her radiotherapy in hospital, which aggravated the tumour, but they had to carry on with it or Debbie would have died.”

Eventually, after reaching her 25th wedding anniversary last August and hearing Sarah sing in the school’s Christmas concert, Mrs Phillips died at home in the early hours of Feb 11.

Within an hour, Mr Phillips had dutifully emailed family and friends: “At 2.35am Debbie slipped away very peacefully. I know that sounds like a cliché, but it is true.

“She had me and Jack on one side, Katy and Sarah on the other and her parents by her side as well. We were all able to tell her that we loved her … I lost my best friend and the love of my life.”

Mr Phillips said: “When I say that Debbie was universally loved, I am not overstating it. She was warm, kind and always laughing.

“She was quite brilliant. She was hugely popular and at least half a dozen people regarded Debbie as their best friend.”

Mrs Phillips died two days before the 30th anniversary of the couple’s meeting, when she came to the university for an interview and he was already a first-year law student.

Mr Phillips, 50, and his three children are determined that some good should come from the death of Mrs Phillips and they hope to raise a substantial amount for cervical cancer research, largely through Sarah’s YouTube tribute.

“Cervical cancer is the poor relation to lots of other women’s cancers,” Mr Phillips said. “The song is wonderful and I’m very proud of the performance and Sarah’s efforts to use it to raise money.”

Mrs Phillips’ combined funeral and thanksgiving service took place on February 25 at The Temple Church, central London, when Mr Phillips and Katy read tributes, Jack gave a reading and Sarah’s recorded song was played.

In a seven-page address, Mr Phillips read messages dictated to family and friends by his wife shortly before she died.

He said: “Her message through me to Katy, Sarah and Jack is: that it was mummy’s greatest pleasure to have seen how you have grown up, and all your achievements.

“It is her greatest regret that she is going to miss so much of what she knew would be three wonderful futures. She said: ‘Keep doing what you are doing and you will be fine.’”

This song is dedicated to the hardest working people on the planet – moms!

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Sung by: go fish guys

May 7, 2010

FW: Mother Day Spoof

Did your mother ever ask you and your sibs to just get along for just one day?

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Some great suggestions.

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From Lauren: Spanish Fork, Utah

Being as I don’t send forwards very often, I thought this one would be worth sending…. it made me smile.  Enjoy.

THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and
3 kids each for six weeks.

Each kid will play
two sports
And either take music
or dance classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must
take care of his 3 kids;
keep his assigned house clean,
correct all homework,
and complete science projects ,
cook, do laundry,
and pay a list of ‘pretend’ bills
with not enough money.

In addition, each man
will have to budget in money
for groceries each week.

Each man
must remember the birthdays
of all their friends and relatives ,
and send cards out
on time–no emailing.

Each man must also
take each child to a doctor’s appointment ,
a dentist appointment
and a haircut appointment .

He must make
one unscheduled and inconvenient
visit per child
to the Urgent Care.

He must also
make cookies or cupcakes
for a social function.

Each man will be responsible for
decorating his own assigned house,
planting flowers outside
and keeping it presentable
at all times.

The men will only
have access to television
when the kids are asleep
and all chores are done.

The men must
shave their legs ,
wear makeup daily,
adorn himself with jewelry,
wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes,
keep fingernails polished
and eyebrows groomed.

During one of the six weeks,
the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches,
and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or
slow down from other duties.

They must attend
weekly school meetings,
church, and find time
at least once to spend the afternoon
at the park or a similar setting.

They will need to
read a book to the kids
each night and in the morning,
feed them, dress them,
brush their teeth and
comb their hair by 7:00 am.

A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information:
each child’s birthday, height, weight,
shoe size, clothes size and doctor’s name.
Also the child’s weight at birth,
length, time of birth,
and length of labor,
each child’s favorite color,
middle name,
favorite snack,
favorite song,
favorite drink,
favorite toy,
biggest fear and
what they want to be when they grow up.

The kids vote them off the island
based on performance.
The last man wins only if…
he still has enough energy
to be intimate with his spouse
at a moment’s notice.

If the last man does win,
he can play the game over and over
and over again for the next 18-25 years
eventually earning the right
To be called
Mother!

A Mother passing by her son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Mom’ With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Mom,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion…Mom she’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don’t worry Mom. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love,

Your Son Paul

P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I’m over at Dustin’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that’s in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it’s safe to come home.

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May 10, 2009

FW: The Mom Song

111-rose152HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL YOU WONDERFUL MOTHERS

Sung to the William Tell Overture.

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~Mothers, THANK YOU for all that you’ve done~

rose11The Images of Mother


4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything.

14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that, either.

16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.

18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She’s way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!

35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

rose10MOTHERS

Real Mothers don’t eat quiche;
they don’t have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried play dough
doesn’t come out of carpets.

Real Mothers don’t want to know what
the vacuum just sucked up.

Real Mothers sometimes ask ‘Why me?’
and get their answer when a little
voice says, ‘Because I love you best.’

Real Mothers know that a child’s growth
is not measured by height or years or grade…
It is marked by the progression
of Mommy to Mom to Mother…