Where do we get our white doves? Where do we take them? What happens after they are released? This blog should answer the many questions that bug people when they see white doves released at events...
This is a poem for my dear nanny I love her so much and miss her every single second, minute, hour and day. RIP my angel we will meet again one day.
This is a poem for my nan. She died on the 1st April 2017 and I miss her so much. Rest in peace my angel, I will see you again some day There can
I would like this song by Tex Ritter played at my funeral. A beautiful song. A tear jerker.
Mother lost oldest daughter and played this song.
My mum loved War of the Worlds musical version, and we played this at her Funeral. She loved the song, and the lyrics suited well.
Battling with the depth of me will be the death of me Caught between aggression and depression trying to get the rest of me I don't take xanexs so I can't
We had it for our Mum's funeral, but I think it would suit any.
Played this at my uncles funeral and it's been on repeat since then. A week ago and it still gets me..
Me and my dad used to drive around the country lanes, screaming this song as loud as we could on those warm, summer nights. This song hold a lot of meaning
I wanted to share this, as when my husband died 8 months ago, I searched the web for something suitable to play at the crematorium, after the Catholic