Our Woodlands Memories are with us forever…
Thinking of you always
with love Jane xx
Whenever I see a feather fall from the sky I think of you. Now I'll always have a feather from heaven to remind me of my angels.
Congratulations and a massive well done on achieving your PhD, Dr Darren Page.
Always loved, never forgotten. 10 years without your smile. Xx
Mum, we still think of you and miss you every single day and forever will. Love you always. Xxx
When feathers appear, angels are near…
In memory of my beautiful Aunty Sue.
St. Barnabas were there for her right at the end and I couldn’t be more grateful for everything they do!
A beloved wife mother nanny and auntie we all miss you so much but the feathers
You land all over shows us your there and happy now with your mum at peace
Love you mum xx
Gone but never forgotten. Always my Mummy.
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
04.09.1946 – 07.04.2024
Think of you every single day, will love and miss you forevermore, keep sending me signs you are with me ????
Loved & missed forever
Dad,
Our lives will never be the same without you in them. We miss and love you so much.
Vikki & family
Always in our thoughts even after this time without you. Luv all of us Ann X
Jane – Love & Hugs xx
"Somewhere over the rainbow…"
I have missed you through my journey of Motherhood and the transition to the next stage of life. I understand now. Hopefully you have been able to share some of it from above.
Always here x
For our precious Mum and Dad, Betty and Charles Houtby.
Whenever we see a white feather fall from heaven we know you are near.
We love you and miss you both so much.
Forever in our hearts.
With love from us all. Wendy, Richard, Dan, Leanne, Stanley, Frankie, Anabelle, Luke, Becca, Florence, Baby, Mandy, Matthew, Andrew, Becky, Whoosh, Jazmin, Jake, Ruby. XXX
May your beautiful soul shine on
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.