Ethel Isabelle Cummins (née Howard)
06.04.1926 - 15.02.2016
Mum, it was hard to find the words to write. We dug deep down inside our very heart and soul. We can say we miss you and that we love you and we wish every day that you could have stayed. But our words just don’t seem good enough for you Mum. Not a moment goes by that you are not in our thoughts. The scent from a flower or a butterfly passing by, reminds us that you could be near. Some day at the end of time Mum, we will all gather together once again and meet at the heavenly gates. Until then we will love and cherish all memories of you Mum Daughters; Ivy, Ann, Connie, Betty, Lorna, Beverley, Thomasina and Fiona
Our Grannie sleeps with the Angels now. Oh I wish we could go for a visit there. I dreamed it’s a palace full of beautiful colours. Granny was dressed in a flowing gown that was sown with special threads. Flowers that she loved so much were growing everywhere. Dragonflies and butterflies were so happy at that place. Carriages drawn by white horses carried everyone from place to place. Our Granny sleeps with Angles now, at that special place. Love you Granny Stacey, Keith, Jesse and Jack
Always a cheeky smile, Always a loving kiss, Always a story of the old days, Always a happy laugh, Always a cookie on our visits. Until we meet again. Never forgotten, Forever loved Kieran, Cooper, Tyron.
