SYLVIA IRVINE

Much-loved mother of Mark, wife Jacqueline, grand-daughters Paige and Zara.
Thanks Mum for all your love and care, you were always there, no matter what.
So sleep well and rest your weary head and know that you are loved and missed by all who knew you best.
Thursday 30 March 2017

To son-in-law Mark and the Irvine family our deepest sympathy on the loss of your beloved mother. Irene and the Whiteside family. You are in our thoughts and prayers.
Wednesday 29 March 2017

Friends and Colleagues at Bombardier Composite Division Newtownabbey deeply regret the death of the mother of their esteemed colleague Karl and tender their deepest sympathy to him and the family circle.
Wednesday 29 March 2017

To my dearly-beloved mother. Will be sorely missed by her son Karl and daughter-in-law Jenny, grandchildren Kristian and Pierce. Forever in our hearts. Love you Mum.
Wednesday 29 March 2017

What I would not give to clasp her hand, her dear sweet face to see, to hear her voice, to see her smile, that meant so much to me. You left behind an aching heart, but loved you most sincere. I never did, nor never will forget you mother dear. Lovingly remembered by her daughter Jacqui and son-in-law Don.
Wednesday 29 March 2017

Deeply regretted by your daughter Laura, son-in-law Marty and granddaughter Georgia. The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops yet echoes on in sweet soulful refrains, for every joy that passes something beautiful remains.
Wednesday 29 March 2017

Much-loved mother of Mark, wife Jacqueline, grand-daughters Paige and Zara. Thanks Mum for all your love and care, you were always there, no matter what. So sleep well and rest your weary head and know that you are loved and missed by all who knew you best. Wednesday 29 March 2017

They eat creme eggs in Heaven and dollops of ice-cream too. Old blue-eyed Frank plays on the wireless and everyone sings a tune. Maggie and Martha and young David too, all crowd round the hearth to listen to thon big Alec's yarns. And many a tale has left Agnes speechless as she fills your cup from a spout that ne'er runs dry. Your strong man George stands beside you and your children wrestle at your feet. And there are tales of football matches and ponies, of dresses and dances, and chores never quite complete. And this is a life, and this is what you lived. And Heaven is just the same - except the ironing is always done, and a little gin always waiting. It's Ahoghill to Belfast and back again, but with all the traffic lights set green. Richard. Love Always. Wednesday 29 March 2017