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.
Husband and father, dearly missed.
Loved and missed always xx
There is a Mum shaped hole in my heart, I miss you so much, life without you in it feels empty xx
Love you always xx
In loving memory of a wonderful wife , mum , Nan and gran loved always
One for the road
Hilly
No words can describe how much we miss you. You were the best of us. Love you always xxx
Treasured memories forever
Always in my heart ❤
Peter, always in our hearts and minds x
A wonderful Mum, Nan and Great Grandma, always in our thoughts xx
to my beautiful wife Tina . there is not a day that passes that i do not think of you . me and the boys Charlie and Joseph love you so much and me and the boys Charlie and joe miss you dearly xxx
Fly high bro, loved and missed always, your loving sis xxx
Miss you xxx
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wonderful beneath my wings.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Always in our hearts.
Forever missed ♥️
Fly high Mam ♥️
Always in our hearts xxxx
My best ever friend
You left my world, but will always be in my heart. I love you.
With love now and always
My darling husband. I miss you every day. Rest in peace my love
Linda xx
Miss you more each day x
Always in my heart, Love Liz
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.