Mum, Sister and Nanna. Love is not about possession, love is about appreciation. Always appreciated in our memory.
Gone but never forgotten ♡
Marching on together ♡
Loved and missed always xxx
To Richard,
Feathers will appear when loved ones are near.
Love Hilary xxx
In memory of a loving Husband, Dad and Grandad. Forever in our thoughts and hearts. You are greatly missed. Love always from your family xx
Miss you so, always in my heart
Always remembered. Both loved and missed so much
In loving Memory of our wonderful Mum and Nan, Sue Last, aka 'Nanny Harry'. Greatly missed and never forgotten. Love you always. ❤️ x
Love and miss you always Dad, until we meet again ???????????? xxx
In memory
there's not a day goes by i don't think of you. After 68 years of being together its hard not to see you around .. i love you always Rita xxx
Always in our hearts
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
Not a days goes by where we don’t think or talk about you. Love and miss you so much.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Always in our hearts.
A special Mum and Nanny who is missed so much every day. Always with us and always in our hearts xxxx
Nana
7-2-52 – 12-5-24
Feathers appear when loved ones are near .. Miss you Dad and the Boys miss their Gran Gran xxxxx
Phill, forever in my heart
Remembering an outstanding Husband, Dad and Grandad. A truly inspirational Family Man.
Always in our thoughts and very much missed every day.
Thank you for being the best Dad to us and Grandad to our children. Thank you for the precious memories, for loving us and showing it every day. Rest easy, until it's time to find Mum again. Love you always, miss you forever x
You were and always will be inspirational. Thank you for everything….. miss the weekends and school holidays together., ????
Miss you all! Xxx
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.