All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel, my mother.
Thank you for teaching what it is like to truly love and be loved. I know this is true as I feel it in everyday I am without you.
69 days apart from Mum. Back together again xxx
"Somewhere over the rainbow…"
One for the road
Hilly
Remembered with Love now and always. XXX
Some people don’t believe in HEROES but they didn’t meet my Dad and Mum.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. With faith, hope and love. The greatest being LOVE. Love will build a bridge between your heart and mine.
From your broken hearted only daughter Mo
Remembering a loving mum, dad, nanny and grandad
We all miss you very much
Love Sylvia and family x
Stu, time moves on and your loss leaves a void that can never be replaced, happy memories though last a lifetime x
For all our absent friends!
My precious Great Nephew who died too young
Miss you xxx
There is a Mum shaped hole in my heart, I miss you so much, life without you in it feels empty xx
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.
Mum, you taught me so much except how to live without you x
In memory of my beloved wife Lorraine.
Maddy – we love and miss you
Always in our hearts, never forgotten xx
Our love and the fondest of memories from the Crosby family
Feathers appear
When loved ones are near.
Love you Roger!
Always and forever.
Alex x
Thank you for always giving love and teaching us how to love. Dearly missed, often thought of, forever loved xx
Love always
We think about you every single day and pray to god to keep you safe until we meet again. We see signs from you almost on a daily basis and ask you to continue to send these to us. We love you more than words can say. You were a very special lady. From Barry, Wendy, Linda and Barbara xxx
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.