Mum,
I heard someone say that you only miss someone when you think about them…..well I think about you every day.
Love and miss you so much,
Ju xxx
Always in our thoughts
With you always xx
Mum
Miss you everyday and know your looking down watching over us all.
Always in my heart
Love
Martin
Always here x
With love now and always
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
Always remembered
Love always
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.
Love always
Forever in our hearts x
In loveing memory from Richard Fiona Emma and all her grandchildren
Always in my heart.
Life is ours to be spent, not saved.
Miss you everyday x
Wife, Mum, Nan, Queenie were just some of the names we called you. Gone but not forgotten. You are our angel from up above. Love and miss you always xxx
Always in our thoughts.
Love from Babs,Robbie and family. Xx
Gone but never forgotten
Love keeps us together always x
Forever in our thoughts and never forgotten. Much loved mum, sister, aunty and friend. Taken too soon,
Miss you so much and will love you forever xx
A wonderful loving husband, caring father, fun “Grumps” & fantastic friend to many.
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.
In loving memory