My loving husband passed away peacefully at home as he wished on
3rd April 2024.
Love you always Granddad
Abigail
Love you always x
Always remembered, forever loved.
Missed every day x
A feather from an angel is one we rarely see, but this one is quite different and as special as can be.
This feather is a reminder of a special persons love, who is now our guardian angel, watching from above.
Darling Noah, fly high, fly free xx
To my husband in my thoughts
Everyday xx
For Tony who always put others before himself.
Always loved and very sadly missed.
Alison xx
Forever missed ♥️
Fly high Mam ♥️
The brightest star in the sky, always in our hearts. We love and miss you lots xxx
Only a thought Away
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
In memory of my beautiful Aunty Sue.
St. Barnabas were there for her right at the end and I couldn’t be more grateful for everything they do!
Those we love can never be more than a thought away…for as long as there’s a memory, they live in our hearts forever.
Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean we will miss you, until we meet again.
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
You are loved and missed every day xxx
In loveing memory from Richard Fiona Emma and all her grandchildren
Always with me
Steve
Always in my thoughts. Forever loved.
All my love
Fiona xx
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.