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.

Love you more xxx

God saw you getting tired and so he gave you rest,
His garden must be beautiful because he only takes the best.

Loved and missed everyday, Dad
Miriam and Ty

Much missed xx

…a feather from up above is showing us all of your love????I miss our daily chats????the giggles????the hugs????the visits????the milky coffees????I miss everything about you both ????????????if love could of saved you…you would be here forever????keep us close????until we meet again ????forever loved ????????????x

Jean was an incredible woman in our lives, a Nana and a loving mum to 3. She will be missed by all. We cherish the memories we have with her. Now she can be reunited with her loved ones up in heaven. Nana I miss you so much. A day doesn't go by when I don't think of you. We have so many happy memories. Love Alice, and all the family.

Always in our hearts

In memory of our wonderful dad, who we miss everyday.

Mum, Sister and Nanna. Love is not about possession, love is about appreciation. Always appreciated in our memory.

Graham Tuxworth
Tucky

When feathers appear, angels are near…

Missed every day , love you Mum x

For all those we lost.

Thank you for all those Golden years xx

Always with me xx

Always in my heart.

Tony

Forever in our hearts and never forgotten.

We talk and think about you daily.

You are so deeply missed.

Love you always xx

To Dad,
"My morning service concluded, I leave the birds, to their feast.
At my feet, has been left, a single white feather.
Offering or sign, from angel or dove,
right now it is all I have to hold onto."
Love Sarah and Diana

You and all those who have departed before and since are loved and in our hearts.

To my Grandparents; Bill and Jean Davidson

We miss you everyday.

Lots of love,
Nicki & Chris

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal
Love leaves a memory no one can steal