In loving memory of Andrea Michelle Wilson
This page is a tribute to Andrea Michelle Wilson, loving daughter, sister, wife and friend. She is a wonderful person who is much loved, will always be remembered and greatly missed.
The Phyllis Tuckwell Hospice provided caring, kind and comforting support to Andrea. It was Andrea's wish that donations were made to the Phyllis Tuckwell Hospice, rather than flowers, in order to help them continue to provide their loving care.
Please feel free to share any stories and / or pictures of Andrea.
The Phyllis Tuckwell Hospice provided caring, kind and comforting support to Andrea. It was Andrea's wish that donations were made to the Phyllis Tuckwell Hospice, rather than flowers, in order to help them continue to provide their loving care.
Please feel free to share any stories and / or pictures of Andrea.
Recent Donations
7 years ago
Pat Denby
£20.00
8 years ago
Jaime Cleek & Knights of Glory & Beer
I am sorry I never got to meet you. Tim was very lucky to have such a wonderful wife and I hope that you are both together now.
£45.01
8 years ago
Peter Burton
My dearest Andrea who was always thinking of others and giving her lovely smile which brightened every day. She gave so much and I know that she had so much more to give, if only she had been allowed the time. I miss her so and it was the greatest honour of my life to be her Dad.
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Thoughts
Andrea, It was pleasure and a privilege to have known you and worked with you. I still can't believe you are no longer around. You will always be remembered. Much love, Cham
Cham
16th September 2016
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Andrea Wilson.
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 Phyllis Tuckwell on 07/09/2016
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
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