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.
Much missed xx
In memory
David was a kind and loving husband, dad and grandad. Missed every day especially his jokes! Life is not the same without you but you left wonderful memories which we cherish. Xx
Mum we love and miss you beyond words, measure and everything inbetween.
In our hearts always and forever.
Love Elizabeth, Matthew and Laura xxx
Love of my life miss you so much xxx
Peter, always in our hearts and minds x
Always in our hearts
To our amazing Mum and Grandma,
Always loved & forever missed
Aimee, Faye, Lucy, Molly & Hallie
xx
Forever in our hearts.
Remembered with Love now and always. XXX
For Mum
To the most amazing Dad/Grandad, you are missed beyond words, we will always love you to the moon and stars. Xxx
Remembering an outstanding Husband, Dad and Grandad. A truly inspirational Family Man.
Always in our thoughts and very much missed every day.
In loving Memory of our wonderful Mum and Nan, Sue Last, aka 'Nanny Harry'. Greatly missed and never forgotten. Love you always. ❤️ x
Rest easy Centurion – 'til Valhalla
Mum
Miss you everyday and know your looking down watching over us all.
Always in my heart
Love
Martin
The missing piece of my heart. Missed always loved forever.
In loving memory of my wonderful parents and father-in-law. Love and miss you all so much. Love Jenny, Dale, Craig and Jack xxx
Loved beyond words, missed always, remembered forever xxx
Always here x
Forever in our hearts
29 Jun 1945 to 30 Jan 2021
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.