| Location | Houston |
| Age | 29 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 14/09/1979 |
| Date of Death | 11/04/2009 |
| Visitors | 740 since 22/06/2009 |
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Leigh was such a fun-loving and genuine person who loved life and family and friends and all the
opportunities and challenges that came her way. Those who knew her have suffered a great loss
because this special girl that touched the heart of all she came across is now gone.
Happy Birthday, my beautiful heavenly Leigh,
There was always a touch of wonderment about you on this earthly earth, but now that you are heaven-bound, we wonder and thrill that you have arrived at a peaceable place. You fill our hearts and thoughts in ways no one can imagine and that is an enrichment to all of us. Happy thoughts, loving thoughts and forever memories.
Love,
Phebe
We only knew you a little while but you touched our hearts forever with memories of your beautiful smile, your sparkling eyes, and your lively spirit. Happy Birthday,sweet niece.
^^^^^****** happy birthday^^^*****
hope you are having a lovely party in heaven , only special people are born on 14th september you and my mum included .xxxx
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEIGH
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♪♪♪HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU♫
♫ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ♫
♫ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR LEIGH ♫
♪♪♪ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ♫
Happy Birthday Sweet Daughter
We aren't going on our trip as planned this year and I'm sorry, but you're already on a pretty grand adventure I imagine. I know you were fond of our Irish heritage, and I want to think of you smiling today, so belly up to whatever bar you're near my wittle wee and we'll sing together -
There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
For your smile is a part Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.
Happy Heavenly Birthday Leigh xx
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The Leigh Bess Boone Foundation
Leigh,
You embraced the art community wherever you were, and you had such great abilities, passion and talent punctuated with a vast amount of experience, of which a good deal of that was gleaned from your many volunteer and intern positions.
I am happy to say that now a foundation has been created in your name which will award a small stipend to qualified applicants in the field of performing or visual arts, who have served and are serving in a volunteer or internship program, in hopes it will help encourage and thus further their career and pathway through the arts.
Love, Mom
My Moon Is Gone.
I was her sun and you were my Moon.
I always would rise and follow to soon.
I never could catch her rays in the day.
And my rays seemed to fade as she circled my way.
we kept up the chase day in and night out.
but never could meet just kept going round.
everytime we caught up i held you so tight.
and the short time we had was perfect and right.
but now that your gone my sunsets are skewed.
and my chase through the skies have all turned to blue.
cause you were my moon and i was your sun.
My boone baby moon has left me undone.
Dear Leigh Boone,
I loved her. I love her.
I feel it as real as I did before.
Or maybe more so:
This is by Kahlil Gibran:
"On Death"
Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Always.
Jen Bryan. (who Leigh could never make dance).
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