Think of you every single day, will love and miss you forevermore, keep sending me signs you are with me ????
In the early hours of 28th January 2022 I kissed my gorgeous husband for the last time. All I can say, two years on, is don’t under estimate the devastating impact of loss and grief
The amazing care and compassion shown by the staff at the hospice, in the short time he was there, was the only thing that kept me sane at the worst time of my life. Two years on and the pain is as raw today as it was the day he died.Missing my cheeky, lovable, funny husband every day.
Stu, time moves on and your loss leaves a void that can never be replaced, happy memories though last a lifetime x
Still the love of my life x
Greatly missed x
You are both forever in my thoughts. Mandy you left us too soon…. your shoes and skort come with me for a weekly game of golf and the beautiful bracelet is a constant reminder of the lovely person you were. Lots of love Caroline xx
Always in our hearts and thoughts xxx
With this feather I know you are near, love you Dad.
Forever in our hearts x
One for the road
Hilly
To Lisa, missed every day, never far from our thoughts, sent with all our love..
Your boys, Magnus, Kieran and Haydn..
XXX..
Always in our thoughts,
Always in our hearts
Miss you everyday.
The missing piece of my heart. Missed always loved forever.
I miss you every day
Remembered forever with love.
Never in my arms, but always in my heart.
Loving missed each day that goes by.
Graham Tuxworth
Tucky
Martin , Miss you every day my darling
All my love Susie
My beautiful man, my husband Tim,
Words cannot describe how much I miss you every second of every day!
I love you to the moon and back and back again!
Aways and forever in my heart. xxxxxx
You and all those who have departed before and since are loved and in our hearts.
Treasured memories forever
It’s been a long day without you my friend but I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again x
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.