Tracey spent her last days at Lincoln Hospice and I used to get very upset when I had to leave her each day until 1 day one of the nurses saw how distressed I was when I was getting ready to go home and asked if I would want to stay the night which I jumped at the chance, they said it would have to be 2 beds pushed together in a small room for now as there were only women in the Hospice. The nurses were wonderful and some stayed after their shift to arrange it !!
I ended up staying with Tracey for the last 11 days and nights of her life and cannot thank them enough for their compassion and love they gave ❤

I am remembering my Nanny Val, who remains to be a huge inspiration in mine, and my families, lives.
Nanny was so passionate and enthusiastic about life, an infectious quality that I will cherish forever, and hope to continue in her memory.
Love you always Nanny
Kate xxx

Many lovely memories I have of Tony. One of them was when he was sat outside the front door admiring the garden in the sunshine when a baby bird landed on his head. He couldn't move for ages. I don't know who was more stunned him or the bird! He so loved nature and to us it was a happy event. I smile thinking back on it.

Mum and Dad loved gardening before they became ill. Remembering them with wild flowers is perfect. Thank you.

My beloved sister

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

My dad got poorly really quickly and unexpectedly and so it was a real shock to everyone. I had never lost anyone and struggled to deal with what was happening. I credit the staff at St Barnabas with helping me get through that difficult time. Not only was the care and dignity they provided to my Dad of the highest standard, they made sure that myself, my Mum and my brother were ok and when I wasn't did everything they could to help me understand. I'll never be able to say enough thank yous.

Chris, you were an amazing brother who would brighten up a room. Really miss your sense of humour and you calling for a brew. We really miss our lion king buddy. Love you sis 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.

You were on call for my husband for the last two years of his life and I was, and am, so grateful for your help and kindness.

There for us …. until taken away too soon. Missing you always.

Grandad did everything properly, he cuddled hard, laughed deep and loved us a lot. We miss him just as much.

Pauline was such a vivacious person. She was a runner and loved to be out in the country side. Enjoying nature.
Over 3 years since we lost her.I miss her everyday
XXX

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.

An endearing lady of many hand crafted talents who also loved her garden and flowers. Many gifts to treasure in Ina's memory.

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

Mick loved his garden, he only grew flowers and our garden was a picture during the summer months.

In memory of a lovely caring and brave Wife, Mum and Nanny. We all miss you.

Forever in our hearts & not a day that goes by that your not in my thoughts… RIP Mum love Demi & your three beautiful grandson's, Vinny, Reggie & Billy x

Holidaying in Weston Super Mare

Patrick loved his garden. He had fond memories of 'back in the day' when seeing wild flowers everywhere was the norm.

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.