A feather from an angel is one we rarely see, but this one is quite different and as special as can be.
This feather is a reminder of a special persons love, who is now our guardian angel, watching from above.
Darling Noah, fly high, fly free xx
"Daddy"
Forever Loved and Missed
Always in our hearts
Missing you loads as we near your second anniversary. We miss hearing your chuckles with a cheeky grin ????
Dedicated to my beautiful Mum. I love you and miss you everyday xxx
Always remembered, forever loved.
In loveing memory from Richard Fiona Emma and all her grandchildren
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
Loved beyond words, missed always, remembered forever xxx
A beloved wife mother nanny and auntie we all miss you so much but the feathers
You land all over shows us your there and happy now with your mum at peace
Love you mum xx
I dedicate this feather to my mum Jacqueline Mann, who we lost in April 2020 aged only 70 from the Big C. We miss her every day. I would love to have a cup of coffee and natter with her again, and even better a hug. It's amazing how many little things I wish I could tell her.
When she was dying I asked her ' what sign will you send me from the other side' she said ' you will know'. Frustratingly I didn't for a while, but feathers…it's feathers. Whenever I ask her to tell me she's near I find a random feather. So I dedicate this to her, my mum who I will.miss forever.
Too soon. Be together.
Take time to stop and smell the roses 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
Forever in
our hearts
Always in our hearts
'Forever in our hearts'
My precious Great Nephew who died too young
Nana
7-2-52 – 12-5-24
I will love and miss you always
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 .
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.
Love you more xxx