The Children's Society Tribute Garden
Our online remembrance garden is here to help family and
friends create a lasting memorial in memory of a loved one.
Always Remembering (316 tributes)
Bruce was a real family man and enjoyed nothing more than spending quality time with his wife, children and grandchildren, talking about football and telling jokes and stories. Bruce also loved his garden and especially his roses
Always cheerful and always happy and a long term supporter of The Childrens Society.
We, as a family, would like to thank everyone who donated so generously to the Church of England Children's Society in memory of our dear aunt, Dorothy Willetts.
In age she kept a secret truth,
The bubbling humour of her youth,
In conversation she'd evoke
The very best from other folk.
R.
My beautiful son Sean was stillborn on the 21st of October 1993, he weighed 6lb and 7oz. I was 39 weeks pregnant and thought everything would be o.k. I didn't realise a baby could die so late in pregnancy. Daft i know, but all the same that is what i thought.
Loved Husband, father and Grandfather.
Lets keep trying to raise some money.
Betty - grandma of the world. Always more concerned about others than herself, she seemed to know how people were really thinking, understand what mattered and had ideas to help. With the highest standards of hospitality, personal caring - and cooking and baking - everyone loved to visit. We left feeling more loved and more confident.
In loving memory of Alice Mary May Wimsett, affectionately known to all as Ninny, who passed away in May 2010. She touched the lives of many people, and will be sorely missed. Nin was a special lady - always thinking of others ahead of herself, most notably underprivileged children.
In loving memory of Dan, beloved son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, friend and colleague.
After a happy Norfolk childhood Dan studied politics at Liverpool University, where he fell in love with the city.
He had a strong sense of social justice and wanted the world to be a fairer place.
To my beautiful sister with heart of gold love karen neice anna x x
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
In loving memory of Sidney Weir...