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Killed in Action
17th October 1918
Buried St Aubert British Cemetery
In loving memory of my dear husband, Private Edward Pilling, who was killed, October 17th 1918, and was interred at Prazelle Military Cemetery, France.
"I have lost, heaven has gained,
One of the best this world contained.
"Though death devides, fond memory lingers."
From his loving wife, 53, Cross Street North, Haslingden
"We often think of days gone by,
When we were all together;
A shadow o'er our lives is cast,
A loved one gone for ever."
From mother in law and Ethel, 254, Blackburn Road.
"Not gone from memory, not gone from love,
But gone to his Father's home above."
From his sorrowing father, mother, sister, and Harold, 12 Ratcliffe Street.
"A loving brother, true and kind,
A beautiful memory left behind."
From James Edward, Amy and niece Annie, 254 Blackburn Road.
"A day of remembrance sad to recall."
With fond love, from Richard Henry, Edith and little niece, Bessie, 53 Cross Street North.
"Peaceful be thy rest, dear Edward,
It is sweet to breathe thy name;
In life we loved you very dearly,
In death we do the same."
From aunt Mary, uncle Will and Harry, 161 Hudrake
"Blessed hope that in Jesus is given,
In our sorrow to cheer and sustain,
That soon with our Saviour in heaven,
We shall meet with our loved one again."
From auntie Clara, uncle Harry and cousins, 38 Hud Hey Road.
"Not dead to me who loved him dear,
Not lost, but gone before;
He lives with me in memory still,
And will for ever more.
Do not ask me if I miss him,
There is such a vacant space;
Can I e'er forget his footsteps,
And his kindly smiling face?
Time may pass, I still shall miss him,
Words will fail my love to tell;
But in heaven I hope to meet him,
Jesus doeth all things well.
From his sorrowing Wife Adeline, 53, Cross Street North.
"We cannot say, and will not say,
That he is dead - he is just away;
With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land,
And left us dreaming; how very fair,
It needs must be since he lingers there.
And you - oh you, who the wildest yearn,
For the old time step and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear,
In the love of There as the love of Here,
Think of him still as the same, we say,
He is not deasd - he is just away."
From his sorrowing Father and Mother, 12 Ratcliffe Street.
"A bitter grief, a shock severe,
To part with one we loved so dear;
Our loss is great - we'll not complain,
But hope in heaven to meet again.
In health and strength he left his home,
Not thinking death so near;
It pleased the Lord to bid him come,
And in His sight appear."
From his sorrowing Siter and Harold (serving in France), 12 Ratcliffe Street.
"He was upright and just in all his ways,
Honest and faithful to the end of his days;
Forgotten to the world by some he may be,
But dear in our memory he ever will be."