Forever by my side, always holding my hand.
29 Jun 1945 to 30 Jan 2021
Missed every day
Nothing will ever fill the hole you have left in our hearts. But we will remember the special adventures we shared and the love you showed the world. You were truly one in a million.
Mum
Miss you everyday and know your looking down watching over us all.
Always in my heart
Love
Martin
The Hazell gang will always love you and be forever proud ,
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel, my mother.
Thank you for teaching what it is like to truly love and be loved. I know this is true as I feel it in everyday I am without you.
04.09.1946 – 07.04.2024
Remembering an outstanding Husband, Dad and Grandad. A truly inspirational Family Man.
Always in our thoughts and very much missed every day.
Who will be missed greatly, but will be remembered in our hearts, souls and mind. Love you Mum xx
This feather is a reminder of my unending love.
I am your Guardian Angel, watching over you from above.
And I wish you all the love in the world
But most of all, I wish it from myself
In memory of the best Step Mum that any family could wish to have in their lives x
The best mum & nanny we miss you everyday love you always xxx
Always in our hearts x
In memory of two beautiful souls reunited forever, our dearest Mum and Dad, tucked away safely in our hearts and remembered always. We miss them every day and they are loved beyond words xxxx
A man against whom all others are measured.
FOREVER IN MY HEART
YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MISSED
X X X.
Mum we love and miss you beyond words, measure and everything inbetween.
In Memory.
In loving memory
Always in our hearts
Rest in peace dear friend
Love Lyn and Nigel
Mum, you taught me so much except how to live without you x
Always in my heart, Love Liz
To our Mum, who we love and miss forever. Always there when we needed you…we follow your lead…being strong and independent.
We'll do as we're told for once Mum…going for what we want..live our lives to the full,
and carry on looking after each other ????
Kerry and Nic xxxx
This feather is dedicated to my sister Carol who we lost suddenly last summer. She used to talk a lot about white feathers after our dad died, and she always took it as a sign he was still with us in spirit whenever she saw one. On the morning after she died, I was sat outside in shock and struggling to take in what had just happened, when a pure white feather landed squarely on my lap and I found it so comforting.
Carol was full of kindness, warmth, generosity and had an energy that meant she lived life to the full. She genuinely made the most out of every day, for which we are very grateful. I miss Carol terribly, as do all the family and her many friends.