Dedicated to the memory of John Read
This site is a tribute to John Read. He is much loved and will always be remembered.
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one year ago
Chris, Ken and Pam
In memory of John, a wonderful man, husband, father and grandfather who will be missed so much. However he will live on through our memories of the good times we spent together and when we remember the jokes he loved telling. Hopefully the donations made in his memory will allow Brixham Does Care to carry on their wonderful work.
£50.00 (+ £12.50 Gift Aid)
one year ago
Chris, Ken and Pam
In memory of John, a wonderful man, husband, father and grandfather who will be missed so much. However his memory will live on, especially when we remember the good times we spent together and the jokes he loved telling. Hopefully the donations in his memory will allow Rowcroft to carry on their wonderful work.
£50.00 (+ £12.50 Gift Aid)
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Thoughts
Those we love don’t go away; they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still loved, still missed and very dear.
Thank you for creating this special tribute page in memory of John. Your kindness in choosing to support Rowcroft Hospice in this way will help to ensure that our care and services are provided to future patients and their families. We hope that knowing this provides you with some comfort.
On behalf of everyone at Rowcroft Hospice, thank you for your support. Our thoughts are with you at this time.
Rowcroft Hospice
3rd August 2023
Thank you for setting up this memorial to John.
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 Stockman & Loram on 03/08/2023
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
