Simon Bell (4 Dec 1968 - 22 Apr 2017)

Merry Christmas, Si. You're never forgotten xxx Big love

Sitting here sipping my coffee thinking of you mush and felt the urge to come and visit, the first time I feel able to after all of this time ~ Your anniversary is fast approaching and I know you will be reading this as I type !
I don’t believe that Grief ever ends, only that it gets easier to cope with over time and gosh do I miss you every single moment of everyday, always something to remind me and I feel you have your hand in that, letting us know that you are still around and I wouldn’t wish for it any other way ~ Kaitlyn is 16 now, you were here for half of her life this far, and lost for the other half but we keep your memory alive, reminiscing and do the little things that you would have liked even if that is sitting in a ray of sunshine and of course, butterflies in abundance in the summer months serve as the most magical memories ~ So much in life changes, and so many people I have pushed away so I never feel that level of pain if they were to leave before me ~ I was thinking about the time we worked in the mushroom sheds when I was 16, the evening breaks spent in the pub and listing to stories in abundance and the laughter that would ring out following your quick and clever wit ~ With that came such profoundness and depth within ~ I always think what you would have said about things and your response and at those moments, I do chuckle to myself ! Not a day goes by mush that I don’t think about you, life is lonely and feels empty since you left, just know that we all carry you in our hearts & souls always 💜 Love you mush 💜

Bit slow this year (been a busy year), but would never forget ya fella.
Merry Christmas ole blue eyes. Lighting a candle for you. There's still a seat at our Christmas table for you. Love you. Cheers. xxx

Thinking of you today. What I wouldn't give to have one more day with you. I have so much I wished I could tell you. Did you know even now I can hardly think of you for too long without breaking down? I don't think that will ever go away. I know you would have told me to stop being a baby. But you'd do it with a twinkle in your eye and a cheeky smirk. Love ya you old grump. Missing you terribly. xxxxxx

Merry Christmas, Si. Missing you, as always. Never forgotten about though, chum.
Your presence is noticeably missed, even now. Cheers, love ya. xxxxxx

Merry Christmas, Si. xxxxxx

Merry Christmas, Si xxxxx

Aye up Si:
I hope and pray that you're at peace now. You've given me so many good memories.
You will always be loved. xxxxxxxxxx