A feather from above
Always loved, never forgotten. 10 years since we saw your beautiful smile. Xxx
Thinking of you always
with love Jane xx
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
Ian King. A kind & loving husband, father & grandfather.
A very special man.
For a wonderful Mum,Loved and remembered every day. ❤️
Miss talking to you every day. Where ever you are hope your having a blast.
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
In loving memory of my dear husband Ian xxx
Phill, forever in my heart
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
We all miss you both very much, always and forever! Love from all the family xxx
Taken too soon .Always in our thoughts. Missed by so many .Love you forever. Jane and family xx
to my beautiful wife Tina . there is not a day that passes that i do not think of you . me and the boys Charlie and Joseph love you so much and me and the boys Charlie and joe miss you dearly xxx
When feathers appear, angels are near…
Remembering an outstanding Husband, Dad and Grandad. A truly inspirational Family Man.
Always in our thoughts and very much missed every day.
Love you always xx
Darling Dave, we miss you more every day and you will forever be in our hearts. With all our love Penny and Alex 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.
Forever in my heart
Pop/Dad and
Mother
With love
xxx