Our starman is waiting in the sky
Mum, Sister and Nanna. Love is not about possession, love is about appreciation. Always appreciated in our memory.
Dad we miss you and think of you every day
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white—then melts for ever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the rainbow’s lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm —
Nae man can tether time or tide.
In memory of Jean Hill, a warm and vibrant lady whom is greatly missed. Cherished in our family as a mother and a grandmother.
Forever in our hearts
29 Jun 1945 to 30 Jan 2021
…a feather from up above is showing us all of your love????I miss our daily chats????the giggles????the hugs????the visits????the milky coffees????I miss everything about you both ????????????if love could of saved you…you would be here forever????keep us close????until we meet again ????forever loved ????????????x
Never a day goes by without us thinking of you xx
You live on through your loving family
Silent thoughts,
Sweetest memories
Love your daughter
Nessie xx
With love now and always
Rest easy Centurion – 'til Valhalla
Our Woodlands Memories are with us forever…
A feather from above
Dedicated to my lovely Mum
Maddy – we love and miss you
Love and Miss you loads
Feathers appear when loved ones are near .. Miss you Dad and the Boys miss their Gran Gran xxxxx
Love of my life miss you so much xxx
Darling Dave, we miss you more every day and you will forever be in our hearts. With all our love Penny and Alex xxx
I dedicate this feather to my mum Jacqueline Mann, who we lost in April 2020 aged only 70 from the Big C. We miss her every day. I would love to have a cup of coffee and natter with her again, and even better a hug. It's amazing how many little things I wish I could tell her.
When she was dying I asked her ' what sign will you send me from the other side' she said ' you will know'. Frustratingly I didn't for a while, but feathers…it's feathers. Whenever I ask her to tell me she's near I find a random feather. So I dedicate this to her, my mum who I will.miss forever.
Not a days goes by where we don’t think or talk about you. Love and miss you so much.
The best brother a girl could wish for. You are in my heart and thoughts every day. Loved and missed beyond words.