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.

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.

A very special father and papa.
Forever in our hearts

Mum & Dad

We miss you both so much.

Love always.

Lisa & Julie xxx

In loving memory

How very lucky we could call you our mum and nan to guide us through life with your mischievous smile and loving hugs. You were the most beautiful, caring and cheeky soul always thinking of your family first. We love you and miss you more than words can say. Forever in our hearts.

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.

Resting easy, love and miss you Dad

We miss you every day, but how lucky that you were ours.

Always missed and forever with us in "blood and sand"

My mum was a kind and special lady, right up until the very end. She and our dad raised me and my sister and then later took in a number of foster children. Mum loved a quiz and was an avid reader and of course, loved spending time with her grandchildren. The loss of mum was sudden. After fighting hard for nearly two weeks, we knew it was time to let her go, but not until she did one last good deed. She became an organ donor – our mum showed kindness in life and now in death. Not only did she help at least 3 people have a better life, she left her family with the knowledge that there was a little bit of her left in this life. Something which has helped the pain sometimes feel a little less sharp. We are so very proud of her! I love you and miss you every day, my mummy x

Miss you xxx

In memory of Jean Hill, a warm and vibrant lady whom is greatly missed. Cherished in our family as a mother and a grandmother.

Remembering an outstanding Husband, Dad and Grandad. A truly inspirational Family Man.

Always in our thoughts and very much missed every day.

Never forgotten and remembered always xxxx

Always in our thoughts,
Forever in our hearts

Love and remembered always

OURS IS A NEVER ENDING STORY. I LOVE YOU BEYOND ALL TIME.

Missed every day

To our amazing Mum and Grandma,

Always loved & forever missed

Aimee, Faye, Lucy, Molly & Hallie

xx

"If I listen to my heart, I hear your laughter once more."

Your memory is my keepsake, with which we'll never part l. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart

You are loved and missed every day xxx

My precious Great Nephew who died too young

In loveing memory from Richard Fiona Emma and all her grandchildren