Marianne Elizabeth Booker (6 Mar 1942 - 5 Oct 2017)

I miss you more than ever. After all this time i still want to call you and tell you about my day or some sort of gossip 🤍😢 xxxxx

Mum...
I can't believe where this past year has gone... it only feels like yesterday since I was laughing with you.... I want to tell you so much...I do..in my own way...I question if you can hear me anymore mum...😔😔
I miss you so very much...more than I could ever say to anyone..
You were my lovely guiding light but I'm struggling to keep the light lit...
Love you forever x

Love you do much Omi wish you never past away love you to the moon and back and the stars and back love you so much,xxxxxx💐💐💒💒😭😭

Life for me has been on hold since that fateful day on Oct 5th. Caught up in the shock and disbelief and trying to make sense of it all has taken me to a dark place too many times. And yet with it has come the realisation that this is indeed my time and I need to take it and embrace it for the duration and to give it my best shot. For when the time comes for us to meet again I can say with pride 'I did it mum'😌 💜xx

How did we get here mum? There's just so much I want to say to you but I guess we're out of time .....and it's too late for me now 😔 Story of my life and I've only myself to blame. ....but I'm paying the price because losing you really hurts and it's messing with my head 😢😢😢😢

Miss you so much mummy. I can't believe it's 5 months since your beautiful smiling face left this world to move on....keep safe. I love you so much xx

Give me the strength to find my way mummy...look after Tommy now and help him find his way.... I need your guidance for natalie....to find her way for she has lost herself....I need you and wait for your sign.. love you so much. I miss you xx

I will always remember you as the woman 'who always got back up' time and again with a spirit of strength that was second to none 💜💜💜xx

Mummy...I talk to you...are you hearing me...I feel nothing. I'm still so very numb...when will I start to grieve for you. Acceptance of you not being here anymore is simply not happening. I bought you a present without thinking. I keep taking pictures of all my baking to send to you. Then I just cry. Then I chastise myself. It's rubbish mum. I miss you so very very much. You were my rock. Xx