HILL-WOOD YVONNE

(Kenton Bar). How do we write on paper the way we feel inside the emptiness, the heartache we felt the day you died. May the winds of love blow softly and whisper in your ear, that we still love and miss you and wish that you were here. We never said goodbye. - Mam, Andrew, Yolande, Joanne, Bev, Tally and Max xxx