Faith has been broken
Tears must be cried
Let's do some living
After we die
"Somewhere over the rainbow…"
Always in my heart – miss you every single day.
Goodbye is not forever. Goodbye is not the end. It simply means I'll miss you until we meet again. All my love, Sarah
You are both always with me
In loving memory of Sally
Ian King. A kind & loving husband, father & grandfather.
A very special man.
This feather reminds us of the fragility of life and how much we all miss you You are always in our hearts.
This feather is a reminder of my unending love.
I am your Guardian Angel, watching over you from above.
Think of you always!
Love you always xx
Thank you for being the best Mum EVER! Miss you so much. Lots of Love, Soph Xxx
Forever in my heart
Phill, forever in my heart
Mum we love and miss you beyond words, measure and everything inbetween.
Dad, you are thought of and missed each and everyday. The man and dad I aspire to be. You are my dad, my best friend, mentor and everything in between. The imprint you have left will remain forever, with me and everyone lucky enough to have known you. My first hero and forever role model. I feel blessed having you as my Dad and I will be forever grateful to have had you in my life and by my side.
Love you always Dad
YNWA
Love you always Granddad
Abigail
I miss you every day Mum and love you with all my heart xx
Until we meet again.
I love you, beyond words, beyond measure. What we had together I will treasure forever. No one ever can or will replace you. So until we are together again, please remember, I love you.
Love you forever and always. H xxxx
Rest in peace dear friend
Love Lyn and Nigel
It’s been a long day without you my friend but I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again x
69 days apart from Mum. Back together again xxx
In loving Memory of our wonderful Mum and Nan, Sue Last, aka 'Nanny Harry'. Greatly missed and never forgotten. Love you always. ❤️ x
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.