My mum was a kind and special lady, right up until the very end. She and our dad raised me and my sister and then later took in a number of foster children. Mum loved a quiz and was an avid reader and of course, loved spending time with her grandchildren. The loss of mum was sudden. After fighting hard for nearly two weeks, we knew it was time to let her go, but not until she did one last good deed. She became an organ donor – our mum showed kindness in life and now in death. Not only did she help at least 3 people have a better life, she left her family with the knowledge that there was a little bit of her left in this life. Something which has helped the pain sometimes feel a little less sharp. We are so very proud of her! I love you and miss you every day, my mummy x
Remembering Angela.
My dearly loved and missed friend ❤️
In loving memory of my dear husband Ian xxx
In memory of dad who is missed very much from his son Adam
Love and remembered always
Grandad.
We love and miss you every day.
Always in our hearts.
xxx
To my beloved husband, every day you make sure there is a white feather in my life, reassuring me, 'til we meet again, all my love, your devoted 'soulmate' your adoring wife, Sylv X
Wife and Mother, missed dearly x
Missed every day
My darling husband. I miss you every day. Rest in peace my love
Linda xx
Never forgotten
Always remembered, forever loved.
For all those we lost.
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
Taken too soon Loved & Missed Every Day xx
In memory of my beloved wife Lorraine.
A Feather to represent all our loved ones that we have lost through our lives,family friends and friends that became family. Thinking of you all. Love You xxx
Miss you xxx
Always in our thoughts.
Love from Babs,Robbie and family. Xx
Always in our memories. Will never be forgotten. Lots of love Diane, Sarah, John and Uncle Arthur xxxx
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.
Miss talking to you every day. Where ever you are hope your having a blast.
For my Dad, one of life's very best people
Forever and always