Mumday Wednesday's were the best!
Dad was not just my Dad but a real gd best friend too.
Mum had a heart of gold always there when you needed help or support.
Precious memories of my youngest brother Lee-Paul
tragically taken far too young ❤️
Aged 16 years!
7th July 1996
Lee one in a million
I’ll sit and watch this blossom in my garden and remember my Pops as always but even more so as he always wanted a wildflower garden. This will be so special to me for forever. Thanks again St Barnabas for giving us something to look at something and remember our loved ones. I’ll be forever grateful of the love and support you give to patients and there families x
My dad loved everything about the world but particularly his garden. He grew all different types of vegetables, plants, fruit trees – kiwi, asparagus, pears and peaches.
Mick loved his garden, he only grew flowers and our garden was a picture during the summer months.
My beloved sister
I still miss grandma very much and think of her every day. She was an amazing lady.
My husband off 50 years , father off my 5 children , poppa too our grandchildren , leader off our family , loved and missed every day , loved so much x
They were both beautiful people and loved their gardens.
A beautiful lady inside and out.
We miss you so much Mum xxx
Both of these lovely people died too young . They both had so much living to do xx
In memory of a lovely caring and brave Wife, Mum and Nanny. We all miss you.
Holidaying in Weston Super Mare
My wonderful brave father who I miss so much and still worry about , my guide in life and protector .x
Grandma and Grandad loved walking. They would walk for miles and miles until both of them preferred resting in their armchairs, more than hiking. I think they must have seen hundreds of wildflower fields on their daily walks. With both of them gone, these flowers will be a beautiful reminder of them.
Mumday Wednesday's were the best!
In memory of my aunt. May she rest in peace. Love Tracy and family xx
When the swifts arrive in June, they always bring back memories of my Mums last summer. They would screech and swoop around the garden, and she loved them.
My beloved mum and sister