In those passing days, when the clouds move above my head, the birds fly high and the sun shines, the bite of frost nips your face, I think of you always xx
Mark Burgess
18th January 2024
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Ellen.
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 Albany Funerals on 08/02/2023
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