On that cold, clear, crisp winters morning when the Robin perched upon the window sill - my Dad knew that the time was now. The call had come from up above it was his sign- for rest with no more pain or fear. But without question that decade battle he fought so strong did not defeat - for his spirit goes on. 


My Dad…
For he has become part of a blush, a rouge, a bobbin … our very own Robin so very reliant and proud. Now a tiny round bird who will soar and fly making sure to keep a close eye. 


As the sun rises and sets when each day goes by and the seasons pass in a blink of an eye. Its not just winter that you sit up on your perch, it’s spring, summer and autumn too….. you have checked in and observed. 
Whilst painting the fence or by the sea we can be sure you are only a few feet away. 


As a family we will continue to grow and honour your name with pride, determined to share your positivity and strength for generations to come.

So be sure to believe that when robins appear our shining light means our loved ones are near.