Peter, we miss you so much,
We know that goodbyes are not forever,
And that they are not the end,
they simply mean that we miss you, until we meet again,
Angel and i send our love up to you darling.

Always Remembered

Pop/Dad and
Mother
With love
xxx

In loving memory of Betty and Walter Ardron, now together again at last, forever more. Greatly missed and by their family and all who knew, loved and laughed with them. A couple who hold a special place in the hearts of their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Thank you for the wealth of memories, the happy and the sad, the touching and the downright silly, shared across the decades. We carry you with us, always.

I cannot believe that it's been 5 years without you. You were so strong right until the end, I am so proud of you.
I miss you so much it hurts, I miss your humour, your laughter and smile. I hope that we will meet again xx

My darling Tony. I always think it’s you when I see a feather so this will be always there in my garden. So many lovely memories I have of you. I miss you always and forever.
Your Sue xxxxxxx

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

Your love still influences all the family.

Remembered with Love now and always. XXX

I will love and miss you always

Always in our hearts x

Steve
Always in my thoughts. Forever loved.

All my love
Fiona xx

One beautiful soul comes along and changes your world..

Love and Miss you loads

Always in my heard x

With love now and always

My precious Great Nephew who died too young

In loving memory of a wonderful wife , mum , Nan and gran loved always

To my beautiful Grandson ‘Lonnie’, Grandad misses you so much. Love you lots. Xx

The missing piece of my heart. Missed always loved forever.

Think about you everyday, the pain doesn’t go away. Love and miss you always dad. Sara xx

Husband and father, dearly missed.

Miss you so much and will love you forever xx

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.

Mum we love and miss you beyond words, measure and everything inbetween.