Always remembered, always missed, always loved, always my hero xx

In memory

Miss you all dearly.
Forever in our hearts.

Ian King. A kind & loving husband, father & grandfather.
A very special man.

In Loving Memory Penny Rhoddy Poppy Anna Harriet xxxxx

Loved and missed every day xx

Always with me xx

To my beautiful wife, so little time we had.

But filled with memories.

Andrew
My love my life my best friend love always
Louise

You are loved and missed every day xxx

Treasured Family Loved & Missed Every Day xxx

"Daddy"
Forever Loved and Missed

Thank you for all those Golden years xx

Remembered with Love now and always. XXX

Mum we love and miss you beyond words, measure and everything inbetween.

Not one single day passes that we don't think of you our dear Husband/Dad/Grandad.
Love always Pauline, Andrew, Christine, Lily, Ruth, Neil & Zack. xxxxxxx

Our first born. Loved and remembered always
Xx

Always in our thoughts and heart xx

Mum, this feather is for you to know that I miss you every day. You fought so hard with cancer but I now know you are free from pain. Love you always
Mandy

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

We miss you every moment. You’d be so proud of Alice and Phoebe, they are very special girls. We will remember you always as a wonderful grandma with a sofa full of grandchildren. Xx

Rest easy Centurion – 'til Valhalla

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.

Mum
Miss you everyday and know your looking down watching over us all.
Always in my heart
Love
Martin