| Location | Kent |
| Age | 61 years |
| Date of Birth | 15/04/1942 |
| Date of Death | 28/02/2004 |
| Visitors | 11,004 since 02/04/2008 |
| Creator |
Tony was a man who loved animals & when we were young we always knew where to find him. He would be found in The Big Cat House at London Zoo! Fascinated & intrigued watching the Lions, Tigers, Pumas & Leopards. How ironic, he himself later in life would spend so much time caged behind bars. There were no easy days for Tony in prison, being one of the notorious Kray Firm, but he walked tall & got through his 15 years sentence like a man. As we grew up together, us five brothers, he was always the one deep in thought & we never quite knew what he was thinking, however he had a wicked sense of humour! Later in life he was to 'walk amongst the Big Cats of the criminal world' He was a TRUE & LOYAL friend to many.
Having put prison behind him, Tony moved on easier than most who had been incarcerated for such a lengthy period of time. The dreams Tony held on to whilst in prison were to become a reality. Tony met his lovely partner Wendy & together they enjoyed many trips abroad on safari & a trip to Las Vegas. One of Tony's biggest dreams was to visit Graceland the home of his idol Elvis, a dream he fulfilled with Wendy. Wendy was Tony's constant companion & he always spoke lovingly of 'My Wendy'
Tony's marriage to Pat sadly ended after he was released. Pat was Tony's rock, through the whole 15 years Pat waited for Tony, she never turned & walked away & it has to be said Pat was an 'absolute diamond'. Pat brought up their two children & travelled the country to visit Tony, he was quite simply the love of her life. Tony & Pat had two children Karen the eldest & David. Being the first grandchild Karen was adored by Tony's mother & father & was the apple of both Grandma & Grandad Lambrianou's eyes! Karen has a son called Adem who is Tony's only grandchild.
Tony was a very lucky man to have two very lovely ladies, Pat & Wendy in his life.
Tony along with other chaps raised a great deal of money for children's charities, often travelling all over the U.K to do so. He alway gave freely of his time. Tony was very charasmatic! As soon as he walked into a room those there would be drawn to him instantly! Tony made many T.V appearances & consequently was much sought after, having written a best seller 'Inside The Firm'
Tony was a real people person, he always enjoyed a party & good company. He was an avid Spurs fan & was proud of his East End roots. He was committed to Wendy & together they made their home in Kent. Tony & Wendy enjoyed many a party & to relax they walked their Boxer dog Guy of whom Tony was very fond of. When Tony passed away Guy was found at Tony's side & Guy quite simply would not leave Tony's side.
Tony's call to 'Come Home' came as something of a shock to all those who both loved & knew him. We all thought he'de go on forever. 'He was one who went to soon' yet somehow, I still feel when I go out to a function he's going to be there, as large as life with a smile on his face & a drink in his hand, surrounded by people eager to talk to him. Tony's sad passing has left a huge void within our family which can never be filled. It is testement to Tony, that on the day of his funeral many hundreds of mourners came to pay their respects to......
"A GENTLEMAN that is TONY LAMBRIANOU"
"A GOOD MAN"
"SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE TONE"
"GREATLY MISSED"
On behalf of Tony's family & friends the candles lit & the kind words left bring so much comfort... Thank You & God Bless xxx
THE SON
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. in their collection from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Iraq conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart, and he died instantly. , The young man held out his package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home, he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?" There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? £100, £200?" Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!" But still the auctioneer continued, "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. "Give it to him for £10. Let's see the masters." "£10 is the bid, won't someone bid £20?" The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD FOR £10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now, let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over." "What about the paintings?" "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!"
God gave his Son 2000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is, "The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?" Because you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
LETTING GO.
To let go doesn't mean to stop caring;
It means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off...
It's the realization that I can't control another...
To let go is not to enable,
but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try and change or blame another,
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.
To let go is not to be protective,
It is to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more.
Sympathy
Sympathy
Tony.
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And he river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opens,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals –
I know what the cages bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting-
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer he sends from his heart’s free core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-
I know why the caged bird sings!
A Flower Picked
He thought himself of little worth--
A dandelion where roses grow.
A single weed upon the earth
with seeds no breeze would strive to sow.
But those who know are left to hold
Bouquets of truth that will not fade.
Sweet blossoms not of marigold
But humbleness in deepest shade.
A loss--a gain--a flower picked
To bloom throughout eternity
In gardens that do not restrict
The glory of humility.
My Special Angel Tony.xxx
.• *♥ When the emptiness of missing you ♥*•.
.• *♥ Is more than I can bear ♥*•.
.• *♥ I whisper,... I love you ♥*•.
.• *♥ And always find you there ♥*•.
.• *♥ For in our world of memories ♥*•.
.• *♥ You fill my heart with pride ♥*•.
.• *♥ I'll never walk alone ♥*•.
.• *♥ You are always by my side ♥*•.
Love & Miss You Laods My Dear Friend.xxxxx
Paid in full.
After living what I felt was a "tough" life, my time on earth came to
the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting
room of what I thought to be a court house. The doors opened and I was
instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table. As I looked
around I saw the "prosecutor." He was a villainous looking gent who
snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I
have ever seen.
I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Brief, a kind and
gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I
knew Him. The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full
flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the
room. I couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the
bench, He said, "Let us begin." The prosecutor rose and said, "My name
is Satan and I am here to show you why this man belongs in hell."
He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and in
the past when I cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions
that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my
seat I sank. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even
my own Brief, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely
forgotten about. As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things
about me, I was equally upset at My Brief who sat there silently not
offering any form of defense at all. I know I had been guilty of those
things, but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least
equal out part of the harm I'd done? Satan finished with a fury and
said, "This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all that I have charged
and there is not a person who can prove otherwise." When it was His
turn, My Brief first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge
allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to
come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in
His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar;
this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.
He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, "Hi, Dad," and
then He turned to address the court. "Satan was correct in saying that
this man had sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations. And, yes,
the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished."
Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms
and proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so that this person might
have eternal life and he has accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine."
My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the book of life and no
one can snatch him from Me. Satan still does not understand yet. This
man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy." As Jesus sat down, He
quietly paused, looked at His Father and said, "There is nothing else
that needs to be done. I've done it all."
The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The
following words bellowed from His lips... "This man is free. The penalty
for him has already been paid in full. Case dismissed." As my Lord led
me away, I could hear Satan ranting and having, "I won't give up, I will
win the next one." I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to
go next, "Have you ever lost a case?" Christ lovingly smiled and said,
"Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has
received the same verdict as you, Paid in Full
one of our lovely uncles.
hi uncle tony. i hope ure ok up there. we all miss you very much. i was sat back thinking the other day about when me, dad and andy came to your house and saw you and wendy.
i rember ure dog and i said to dad i want one of them when im older. you guys really went out ure way to make us feel welcome you and wendy making us that buffett food. you said to me do i know who blue are? and i said yes. you went on to say that you could get us tickets. i really was soo excited. not only did u go out ure way to get us tickets but got us backstage tickets. i can not thankyou enough for that and that will be a memory i will have for ever.
ive had my little boy leo hes amazing. im going to make sure he grows up to know that i have some lovely uncle's who were true gentlemen in his family.
i can tell it still tear dads apart that you are all gone, i love him soo much. he is truely my best friend. it will be hard when hes gone but i shud take comfort that he will be ok because all of you will be looking after him.
our Special Uncle
It takes many special qualities
To make an uncle like you,
A lot of care and kindness
And understanding, too...
It takes a special kind of love
That seems to know no end
And the thoughtfulness and patience
Of a true and trusted friend...
It takes many special qualities
To make an uncle like you,
And that's why you
Are loved so much
Today and all year through.
Christmas Wishes.
This is such a special time of year. The longest night of the year, a full moon and eclipse all at the same time. This hasn't happened since the 1800s. The birth of the Son of God or the birth of the Sun God. So many ways to celebrate this time of year.
I remember one time, my daughter told me that she was all grown up and didn't believe in Santa any more. She asked me if I did. I said, "Yes, laura, I do. Santa is more than a man in a red suit with a white beard. The next time we go to the supermarket, looking at people smiling at people they don't even know. See how they look for just the right gift for the person they love. Hear the love in the songs that come with this time of year. That is the Spirit of Christmas and only happens this time of year. Some people see that spirit with a man in a red suit. Some see it going to church and seeing it in Jesus. Some see it when the solstice comes and the days begin to get longer. No matter how you see it, it is the spirit of love."
So for each of you, no matter what this time of year means to you, I wish you love, joy, peace and beauty. I hope you can find the uplifting in your heart to smile at a stranger or watch someone picking out "just the right gift". And most of all, I hope each of you is surrounded by the warmth of love.
Christmas Blessings.
Chris and Helen Lambrianou, and family.
Tony, I Hear You.
Don't let the worm eat the apple!!!!!!!!!
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT .
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND ,
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE .
THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE'
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'
THE FRIEND REPLIED
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT'
LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.
THEY SAY IT TAKES A
MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL
PERSON,
AN HOUR TO
APPRECIATE THEM,
A DAY
TO LOVE THEM,
BUT THEN ,
AN ENTIRE LIFE
TO FORGET THEM.
TAKE THE TIME TO LIVE!
DO NOT VALUE THE THINGS
YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE, BUT VALUE
WHO YOU HAVE KNOWN IN YOUR LIFE!
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of
battle.
Not A day,I dont Think Of You Bruv
Luve Ya.
Chris.
Remembrance
Look For An Angel That Stands Out A Mile ..
With Beautiful Eyes And A Wonderful Smile ...
Tell Him We Love Him And Life Isn't The Same ...
But We'll Meet In Heaven The Day God Calls My Name.
Remembering you today & always Tony.xxxxx
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