In memory of my dear friend Marie, missed so much every day.
My dear Mum , and my dad who passed away peacefully on January 3rd 1987 at St Barnabas Hospice, the original one on,, Lindum Terrace..
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Remembering with love and affection my very dear Dad, Uncle & Auntie at Christmas time.
Merry Christmas up there mate X
Chris Watt – our amazing mum, nana & wife.
Left us too early but continued to care for others by saving lives. So proud of you, we love and miss you every day. X
Daddy, shine bright for us wherever you are. We love and miss you every day.
All our love forever, Linney and Barbara xxx
This will be the 1st Christmas without Paul, can't imagine it without it. Miss you Paul.
“Our Queen..Debbie Key”
I Miss You Nanny & I Wish You Was With Me, You Was The Best .. I Love You Always Nanny. Love Harper-Grace xxx
In memory of Mum, 25 years on, I remember you sitting in your fluffy 'click-clack' slippers watching us open our presents, from our pillowcases, then on to a breakfast of ham and eggs… passing those traditions on to the grandchildren, you never got to meet … and thanks to the care at St B, never forgotten always loved. XXX
Always going to football with my Dad on Boxing day
Merry christmas Dad, fly high with Mum. We miss you both. All our love and hugs, Sandra, Shirley and Mark. Xxxxxxx
Mum, miss you more than words can say. Loved and remembered every day xxxx
Thinking of you Mum and Dad, and missing you always
Jeannettes poem,
When you were with us you weren’t one for soft spoken words.
Any attempts at emotional conversation you’d effortlessly swerve.
If you were here now and you sensed this heart-pour.
You’d tell me to shush, sit down, to ‘close the door’.
We’d all sit in the lounge, all cosy and all warm.
Put a film on the TV, then talk through it all.
With a cat on your lap and the dog at your knees.
You’d pet and you’d fuss until I agreed ‘Aren’t they so pretty’.
We’d sit there for hours and put the world to rights.
Reminiscing and laughing about all the good old times.
Giggling at memories till the day turned to the dark.
Like the new haircut ‘chode’ or your day trip to the park….
Even at the end you were always true to you.
A fabulous diva, and you, through and through.
Walk past your reflection and your hair you would tease.
With your effortless style and you in your dungarees.
One thing is for certain, there’s no one quite like you.
Even treatment shakes were taken by champagne flute.
Now you are gone, and it’s time to say.
That you could bring sunshine to the darkest of day.
And although I never said it, you know what you meant to me.
My life lived with you is full of endless happy memories.
From little girls to little women, with you I have grown.
You have been there from the beginning, your home is now my home.
So I want to say Thank you, for everything you have done.
In my heart you are my family, you are an adopted Mum.
You have always been there so Goodbye is hard to say.
But I know I’ll see you again, on the other-side one day.
You’ll be holding hands with Dereck and Barbs, Molly and JellyBean too.
And I will get to tell you…. J-dog, I love you.
In memory of Christopher Ranson of Sutton Bridge.
With a big thank you to St Barnabus hospice staff who were there when he needed them most.
St Barnabas made it possible for my husband to spend his last weeks at home as he wished and I was well supported.
He loved a big family Christmas
Love and miss you always Grandad.
Love Mason, Jaxon & Amelia ???????? xxx
My 3 Angels in Heaven ❤️ Forever Missed
Loving dad, grandad, friend to many so sorely missed.
thinking of you and missing you every day
In memory of my lovely wife Mary who passed away aged 85 after 65 wonderful years.of married life.
Dad loved Christmas. He was like a big kid, excited to get the Christmas lights up each year. I love the idea of a light in his memory on this big Christmas Tree – it is so him. I miss you Dad xxx
Missing you every day beautiful girl❤️❤️❤️????????????????????????????????????
In memory of Alison, who's presence lit up many lives , and her caring nature is so sadly missed.