Happy Birthday, Nan. I'm planning to get some roses in the spring for you. I love you.

Can't believe it's been a year already. Had a dream of you and dad together with me in a strange kitchen and you weren't arguing at all, it was amazing and wonderful. I am so glad you are together again and happy.

I can't say it better than your Granddaughters. Miss You.

One year. I still haven't home since so it's hard to believe sometimes you're not still there. I'm planning on planting some roses in my garden for you. Alisha and Mum found these lovely little nail wraps and I wish we had in time for me to do your feet with them. I know you loved that. I found myself trying to figure out what to get you this Christmas...miss you.

How has it been a year? A full year without you and it still feels unreal sometimes. There are some days that I really can't believe this is our new reality. I still expect to get little texts from you every so often to remind me to do something, or just to tell me when you saw something silly. I still expect to be able to visit you and give you one of those bear hugs that you loved so much. I turn around sometimes expecting to see you following me around with your walker to keep talking. I still expect to be able to sit and talk with you for hours and lose track of time. But I can't do any of these things with you anymore, and that hurts more than I think I can express with words. It's like there's a hole where you used to be and I don't think I'll ever be able to fill it. I miss you so unbelievably much and I don't think I'll ever stop. There's still so many things I wish I could tell you. Thank you for always believing in me and loving me despite my flaws, and for always being my cheerleader when things got rough. There's nothing I wouldn't give to be able to talk to you or hug you just one last time. I love you.

Happy Birthday Mum. Miss You.

Happy Birthday, Nan. We're doing alright and so is Tyson, neurotic bugger that he is. You're missed, even down to the way you prepare a cup of tea.

When we were deciding to come to the USA, we had to persuade Mum and Dad to come with us. I prepared an argument for Dad, and wrote a letter as a follow up. Zena found the letter while packing up Mums things. We didn't know they had kept it. It is nice to know that they didn't regret moving here.
I have placed a copy of the letter in the gallery.

Goodbye Mum. You left us when you were ready. You were having trouble sleeping that night so I put you to bed and sat with you until you fell asleep. You looked like you were asleep in the morning. I am glad that you passed peacefully, which is all anyone can ask for.
I will miss you.

Nan,

I am grateful for having the opportunity to get to know you, brief as it was. I'll always remember your stories, your sense of humor - and your wonderful frog collection. 

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance

You will be missed. I hope wherever you are, you can once again take some time to laugh and to dance with Dennis. 

May you rest in peace. 

So sorry to hear of Sylvia's passing. I regret that I did not see her and Dennis as often as I would have liked. However I do recall my visits to them fondly. They were always so welcoming and my memories are invariably of happy if whacky occasions. One occasion, if I recall correctly, Dennis and Sylvia's being surprised when they introduced an aggressive fish to their fish tank, and all the other fish disappeared . I also recall when they came to my wedding with Christine, Dennis broke his toes when he knelt in church.
I am sorry we never made it to USA.
With much love.
David and Christine Wise

My deepest condolences to the Wise family.
Whenever I think of Sylvia she was always laughing and joking, she was kind and generous and always had a smile on her face.
Sylvia will be greatly missed by me and everyone who knew her.
God bless you, rest in peace,
may love travel with you.

Goodbye mum, I am glad you went quickly and quietly in your sleep and that you didn’t suffer. Rest in peace until you return and I hope you have a great time revisiting all the loved ones who have gone before.

I miss being able to call you up and discuss news about the Uk and the US. Both Tom and I have had moments where we have thought ‘must tell you about this’ only to realise that you are out of our reach.

Enjoy the peace and quiet and your missed family until we meet again.

Your daughter Carole

A colleague sent me a sympathy text about my mom-in-LOVE passing away.
And I thought, that is so true. You ARE and forever will be my MOM-IN-LOVE

A wonderful lady. Ken, I'm so sorry for your loss but I must say, every time I look at you I will see and remember her. So with that, for me, she lives on.
Lovingly 
Allan H. Bredig