In memory of dad who is missed very much from his son Adam

Keep whistling and tapping your teaspoon Dad, you’re lovely flower xx

We still miss you every day more than you could ever know. Love you always.

I dedicate this feather to the most kind, caring, funny and amazing person, my loving husband Mark. His cheery nature and infectious laugh made everyone around him smile. He could make even the greyest of days brighter. He was courageous and brave, and even on the hardest of days he never stopped fighting. He was the most amazing dad to our lovely boy and was always happy to have a kick about in the garden, or make up stories about Angus and Hamish the naughty Highland Cows. We love and miss you, every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day. Keep sending the feathers to let us know your watching over us. Till we meet again…Mel and Thomas xxx

Thank you for always giving love and teaching us how to love. Dearly missed, often thought of, forever loved xx

Always in our hearts, never forgotten xx

Dad.
You’re the best.
Love you forever
xxxx

Mum, this feather is for you to know that I miss you every day. You fought so hard with cancer but I now know you are free from pain. Love you always
Mandy

Always remembered, forever loved.

Mum,
I heard someone say that you only miss someone when you think about them…..well I think about you every day.
Love and miss you so much,
Ju xxx

My mum my world miss you always love forever dale x

Miss you every day. Love you ????

There is not a day that passes when I do not think about you. You were a wonderful human being who cared deeply about others and who touched many lives. I miss you as much today as I did yesterday.
Love
Debs

To my amazing pops! Miss you so much! Wish you were still with us but know when you send us a feather it’s a sign you are around us x

Forever in our hearts

The very best partner and friend I could have wished for. Forever in my heart

Graham Tuxworth
Tucky

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.