Mel Hanna (born Anabela Melo) – Forever Missed
How brutal! Paula Teixeira, you and I were partners in crime in high school. I just found Paula in last 2 years and we finally got together in person in the last few weeks after 30 years. I would hear about you through my mom who ran into your mom often. This morning Paula put me on tracking you by giving me your son's name. However, this was the last thing I was expecting. I wish I would have had chance to hook up with you before this. RIP Anabela😢🙏✌🏻️
Day night before your birthday I dreamt about you. You were sitting on the dresser in my bedroom wearing a blue green shiny sweater. I offered you some natural juice and, at first, you didn't want it but then I was so relieved as I watched you drink it. You were sad and then we hugged so tight. If was an amazing experience and felt so real. I will never ever accept or understand the way destiny brutally robbed you of the beautiful life you had ahead of you. And I will never forget your last email to me either, "I love you sister". I wish I could have realized much sooner how serious your condition was and that I could have convinced you to come here so that we could help you recover. I love you sister.
One year has gone by. I still can't believe that fate robbed you of your beautiful life. I don't even know what to say. It's not fair, man.
Dear little sister, We miss you so much, life is never the same again without a missing link! I hope that we will eventually understand/see why you had to be taken away from your earthly family so early in your life...it's almost as though destiny wanted you to raise your son and pursue your MOTHERING gift somewhere else in the UNIVERSE! Love, Pear
Happy Birthday Tia! I miss you very much and think about you every day! Love, Flip-Flop
Think about you daily Mel.
I miss you dear sister
Dearly beloved sister, How I wish I could believe ... In tears and in pain is how I become when I see your pictures. There is nothing that will ease the pain in respect with your departure. Your life was brutally stolen from you and I will never learn to accept that you had to leave this life that you loved so much. I carry you in my heart and in my thoughts in everything I do. How I wish I could wake up one day and realize all of this had been no more than a terrible nightmare. Did you ever get to read my reply to your last email? I love you too, very much. Because we are of the same flesh and blood.
Tia, it still breaks my heart when I see your pictures... I try not to see the pictures very often, because that why I don't feel so sad... We really miss you. I miss your comments on my facebook pictures, I miss your daily updates... I love you
Hello little sister, I too miss you terribly; you are now the missing link that kept everyone connected...how I wish you could be here...talk to you later...
Dear Anabela, The other day I found your google blog which you created after having commented on mine. I had completely forgotten about it. Your introduction refers to your passion for fitness and you use the expression "killer physique". It left me wondering. Now, on this site, your hobbies "Working out, STAYING HEALTHY and walking the dog." hit me again: IRONIC 🙁 We miss you. There isn't one single day, one single moment, that I don't think about you. Our parents relive the shock of your departure every single instant of their emptied lives. They're terrified by the fact that you were not allowed to be taken home from the hospital as was your wish. What is wrong with the world?
Cada um sabe o tempo de que necessita. Eu nunca aceitarei o quanto a vida foi madrasta contigo, querida irmã que partiste tão cedo. Pairará sempre nos nossos corações A tristeza de nada podermos tido feito E a angústia de já nada podermos fazer POR TI. Sonhei contigo há algumas noites. Penso que eras tu, embora no sonho fosse a nossa mãe. No meu sonho eu gritei, "Mãe, mãe". Ouvia chorar e quando me levantei para ir ver, vi uma mulher com uma camisa de dormir branca, a passar à frente da porta. Ia devagar com postura de grande tristeza. Serias tu? Espero que, onde quer que estejas, estejas "bem" mesmo sabendo, no meu coração, que para estares BEM, terias que estar aqui para envelhecermos todos juntos. A tristeza continua, decorridos estes três meses e meio depois da tua partida.
I am simply heartbroken to learn that my friend, Mel Hanna of Ottawa, Ontario died from breast cancer. I met Mel's son, his friend Troy, and Mel when we were all boarding a flight from Los Angeles about 5-6 years ago. As it turned out, I sat next to her son Liam on the plane and we talked for 3 hours. Mel and I became fast friends—and among other things, we shared a love for our children, Canada, and music, including David Bowie, whom she loved. What a GIFT she was to all: her family, her friends, and her country. Mel served in the Canadian Armed Forces and was an extraordinary woman whom I will never forget. Happy Canada Day, Mel. You were one in a billion.
I will forever regret not taking the time to go to Mtl when you came to visit Hope. Miss you Anabela.
Tia, we are all missing you very much. Our hearts are broken and we think of you every day. I love you
We have no joy without you. Our family circle has been brutally broken. The more time that passes, the bigger is the wound. You were too young. We will never understand why you were betrayed and deprived of the beautiful future you had ahead of you. We will cry tears of love, loss and pain for the rest of our lives.
This is a test entry just to say hi to Mel and remind her how much we miss her. Love you Tia