Dave,I am proud to call you my brother. You were an amazing uncle to both Charlie and Erin. You were taken far too soon and have left a huge void in our hearts but many fond memories. Little Hope ????misses her bestie! Love you lotsJoe, Sue, Charlie, Erin & Hope

Mum, I miss you every day. Thank you for sending me Rory. I can see you in him when he laughs. Love always, Lauren xxx

Much missed xx

In loving memory of my wonderful Mum & Dad.
Missed beyond words & loved beyond measure xxx

We all miss you both very much, always and forever! Love from all the family xxx

Loved & missed forever

forever in my heart. Paul

Always in our thoughts even after this time without you. Luv all of us Ann X

My dearest, much loved Dad, miss you dearly

Love you always Granddad
Abigail

Gone but never forgotten. Always my Mummy.

To the most amazing Dad/Grandad, you are missed beyond words, we will always love you to the moon and stars. Xxx

Gone but not forgotten. You walk with us everyday.

For Mum

Dedicated to my lovely Mum

Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure
You are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure xxx

Missed every day x

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

For my beautiful mum x

Think of you every single day, will love and miss you forevermore, keep sending me signs you are with me ????

My daddy, my world, my soul mate, my everything. Cruelly taken way too soon. I miss you beyond words, I think of you always and I will always love you to the moon and back. Your little girl xxx

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.

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.

A big personality gone but not forgotten. X

A star that twinkled