Miss you so much Dougie (pud)
I will always love you
Your
Janey
I'll never stop missing and loving you xx
Always missed and forever with us in "blood and sand"
Another year passes without you both but you are and will forever be with me in mind and spirit.
Love and miss you always xxx
A big personality gone but not forgotten. X
My wonderful mother, the kindest and most perfect soul, who tried so hard to stay with us, but the angels obviously needed her more. Missed every single day, loved forever and always xx
My darling husband. I miss you every day. Rest in peace my love
Linda xx
Greatly missed forever loved.The best Dad, Grandad and Great Grandad. Tracey, Shelley, Samantha and families.
Never forgotten and remembered always xxxx
04.09.1946 – 07.04.2024
Grandad.
We love and miss you every day.
Always in our hearts.
xxx
To Dad,
We love you always,
Liz, Phil, Maddy, and Ada
Love you mum, we miss you so much xxx
David Mable
x Miss you x
Dad.
You’re the best.
Love you forever
xxxx
Thank you for always giving love and teaching us how to love. Dearly missed, often thought of, forever loved xx
Missed every day x
We love you
Patricia and Don xx
My darling Tony. I always think it’s you when I see a feather so this will be always there in my garden. So many lovely memories I have of you. I miss you always and forever.
Your Sue xxxxxxx
Those we love can never be more than a thought away…for as long as there’s a memory, they live in our hearts forever.
Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean we will miss you, until we meet again.
Dedicated to my wonderful Nana, not a day goes by when I don’t think of you. Loved and missed everyday xxx
Mum
Miss you everyday and know your looking down watching over us all.
Always in my heart
Love
Martin
Peter, we miss you so much,
We know that goodbyes are not forever,
And that they are not the end,
they simply mean that we miss you, until we meet again,
Angel and i send our love up to you darling.
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.