Whenever I see a feather fall from the sky I think of you. Now I'll always have a feather from heaven to remind me of my angels.
Trish you are still missed every day. Love Gerard
In loving memory of my dear Mum, Dad & Auntie. Always in my thoughts, never forgotten.
Always remembered, always missed, always loved, always my hero xx
In memory of our lovely Mum.
One for the road
Hilly
You were and always will be inspirational. Thank you for everything….. miss the weekends and school holidays together., ????
For our precious Mum and Dad, Betty and Charles Houtby.
Whenever we see a white feather fall from heaven we know you are near.
We love you and miss you both so much.
Forever in our hearts.
With love from us all. Wendy, Richard, Dan, Leanne, Stanley, Frankie, Anabelle, Luke, Becca, Florence, Baby, Mandy, Matthew, Andrew, Becky, Whoosh, Jazmin, Jake, Ruby. XXX
Always loved, never forgotten. 10 years without your smile. Xx
Ian King. A kind & loving husband, father & grandfather.
A very special man.
Forever in our hearts and thoughts.
In loving memory of our beautiful Mum!
Lily, Ruby & Max xxx
Greatly missed forever loved.The best Dad, Grandad and Great Grandad. Tracey, Shelley, Samantha and families.
In memory
We miss you every day, lots of love from Lesley, Lisa, Dan, Becky, Sam & your granddaughter Bethany xxxx
Those we love can never be more than a thought away…for as long as there’s a memory, they live in our hearts forever.
Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean we will miss you, until we meet again.
Always in our hearts and thoughts xxx
Remembering an outstanding Husband, Dad and Grandad. A truly inspirational Family Man.
Always in our thoughts and very much missed every day.
In our thoughts always from all the family
Not one single day passes that we don't think of you our dear Husband/Dad/Grandad.
Love always Pauline, Andrew, Christine, Lily, Ruth, Neil & Zack. xxxxxxx
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.
A feather from above