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.

One for the road
Hilly

Always loved from us all

You were a fighter to the end but gone to soon I will always love you . My life will never be the same without you . Your best m8 and loving wife
Cindy xx

Not a days goes by where we don’t think or talk about you. Love and miss you so much.

To Dad,
We love you always,
Liz, Phil, Maddy, and Ada

Forever in our hearts x

In loving memory of a wonderful wife , mum , Nan and gran loved always

I dedicate this feather to the most kind, caring, funny and amazing person, my loving husband Mark. His cheery nature and infectious laugh made everyone around him smile. He could make even the greyest of days brighter. He was courageous and brave, and even on the hardest of days he never stopped fighting. He was the most amazing dad to our lovely boy and was always happy to have a kick about in the garden, or make up stories about Angus and Hamish the naughty Highland Cows. We love and miss you, every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day. Keep sending the feathers to let us know your watching over us. Till we meet again…Mel and Thomas xxx

Remembering our wonderful brother-in-law, Steve, whose love and laughter will remain with us always. Lisa and Mark xxxx

Always in my heart.

When feathers fall from the sky, it is a reminder our loved ones are nearby. We love and miss you Mum x x

With you always xx

You will always be in our hearts

Always in our hearts

With this feather I know you are near, love you Dad.

In the early hours of 28th January 2022 I kissed my gorgeous husband for the last time. All I can say, two years on, is don’t under estimate the devastating impact of loss and grief
The amazing care and compassion shown by the staff at the hospice, in the short time he was there, was the only thing that kept me sane at the worst time of my life. Two years on and the pain is as raw today as it was the day he died.Missing my cheeky, lovable, funny husband every day.

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.

Fly high bro, loved and missed always, your loving sis xxx

Love Always Jean xx

We still miss you every day more than you could ever know. Love you always.

To a wonderful Mum & Dad, always in my thoughts xx

Missing you more each day, Michael.
Love you- always.
Charlotte xxx