Bluebell Wood I dream I’m in a bluebell wood, You’re on the other side, Gazing across the flowers, Arms stretched open wide. This was a special place of yours, It was your favourite scene, A place of love and happiness, Tranquil and serene. I hear a whisper through the trees, The leaves begin to sway, You smile at me so tenderly, Then turn and walk away. I wonder if you’re there now? If so, I’d like to say, Pick a bunch for me Dabba, I’ll meet you there one day.

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Renee. 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.

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.