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.

A feather from above

I love you and I miss you Mum, and though you have passed away, you will never be forgotten, for I think of you each day. X

Always in our hearts

Loved and remembered. Miss you little brother xx

Remembering an outstanding Husband, Dad and Grandad. A truly inspirational Family Man.

Always in our thoughts and very much missed every day.

My wife you always will be, my loss i can not describe. Forever you will be with me in my heart and a part of me. I will love you always and one day i will see you again. XX

ANGEL DREAM

In memory of my beautiful mum, who is missed dearly every single day. St barnabas I can never thank you enough for the kind and dignified way you cared and looked after my mum. Miss and love you mummy.

A wonderful loving husband, caring father, fun “Grumps” & fantastic friend to many.

Always in our hearts and thoughts xxx

Always in my heard x

A special lady who will be forever in the hearts of all who were privileged to know her. She meant so much to so many .

Sorely missed taken far to soon

I miss my number one cheerleader every single day and love you with all my heart xxx

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.

To Dad,
"My morning service concluded, I leave the birds, to their feast.
At my feet, has been left, a single white feather.
Offering or sign, from angel or dove,
right now it is all I have to hold onto."
Love Sarah and Diana

Our starman is waiting in the sky

Miss you xxx

We miss you every day, but how lucky that you were ours.

Peter, always in our hearts and minds x

God saw you getting tired and so he gave you rest,
His garden must be beautiful because he only takes the best.

Loved and missed everyday, Dad
Miriam and Ty

Always loved
Never forgotten
Shining stars watching over us forever

For Mum

there's not a day goes by i don't think of you. After 68 years of being together its hard not to see you around .. i love you always Rita xxx