A Mother's love is binding
Unrelenting in it's power
The glow from it so blinding
Beyond her final hour.
Even after a Mother's gone
Her love will see you through
A love to help you carry on
Because that's what Mother's do
Teresa
8th December 2018
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We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by J B Hall Funeral Directors on 04/12/2018
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland