The obituary notice of Ian THOMPSON

Now, after more than 3 years have passed since you left this world, a truly sad event which I personally will always be reminded of due to my Margaret being taken a few weeks later, and so quickly after your first and only meeting each other, I still find the whole thing so hard to understand.
I'm wishing you a heavenly happy birthday and wondering if you two have met up since, you made such a huge impression on her after all those chats on the phone. If Heaven and God exsists, I know both of you will be there, not so sure I'll be allowed, but I can hope, hopefully, after my wait, I can be reunited with the only love of my life and hopefully get to see you again too. Your a massive miss and will never be forgotten.

The empty chair, the missing voice,
Still, I would choose you—every choice.
I send my love ❤️ to where you are,
My guiding light, my brightest star 🌟
Happy Heavenly Birthday Ian 💔 xxx

In Loving Memory of A Dear Uncle on your Birthday.

Taken from us far too soon, yet held close in our hearts for all our days.

We will never forget all you were to us—A steady guidance through Scott’s Youth, your quiet strength when diagnosed and times were hard, and the love you shared so freely throughout your life. Opening your arms to Rebecca and making her feel part of the family.

Your presence shaped our lives in ways words can barely express, and your absence leaves a space nothing can fill.
Thank you for every kindness, every laugh, every moment of care.

And as the black-and-white stripes march on, I bet you never thought we’d be in the champions leagues final 16
We will be think of you—cheering, hoping, believing—just as you always did.

Your passion for Newcastle United was part of your spirit, and it will forever remind us of you.

Happy Heavenly Birthday. We celebrate you with full hearts, grateful for every moment you gave us.

Always remembered. Always missed. Always loved.

Love Scott and Rebecca xx

I was about to post a Tribute to Ian after thinking about my late wife Margaret, But, after reading the family tributes, which both point out Ian was not a fan of fuss, I posted it to Karen instead. I still find it impossible to do Ian the justice he deserves in just a few words.
Ian taught me real friendship,and
Margaret taught me unconditional love.
Both of them possessed numerous qualities and attributes which made a huge difference to my life, that kind of friendship and love can never be found or repeated again in my lifetime.

I can't believe it's been 3 years since you gained your angel wings Ian 💔 Sometimes it feels like yesterday and sometimes it feels like forever.
This has been a tough year but I know you taught me how to be strong just like you always were.
You will always be in my heart and forever missed.
I will stop writing now as I know you would hate a long winded message or any pictures, but one last thing...
I love you more than all the words in all the books in all the world could ever say 💙🦋🌹xxx

⚫ For Ian Thompson — Our Gentle Guardian

It was Boxing Day 2022 when the world shifted, something sacred happened— you let go.
Not in defeat, but in grace.
You had fought long and hard, quietly, without fuss—just like everything you did.
And when you left, it was as if the sky itself paused to honor you.
You were never one for grand gestures.
You didn’t like people fussing over you.
You’d rather be the one fixing things, carrying burdens, making sure everyone else was okay.
You became the man of the family—not because you demanded it, but because you showed up.
Every time.
For all of us.

You had this quiet way of making everyone feel safe.
Not with big speeches, but with presence.
With kindness. With that gentle, knowing smile that said, “I’ve got you.”

As your nephew, I was lucky to grow up under your watchful eye. And when I introduced Rebecca to you later in life, you welcomed her like she’d always belonged. You made her feel at home, as if the family had always had a space carved out just for her.
We shared stories, swapped memories, and though there weren’t enough of them, what we built was real.
Unbreakable. No one can take that from us.

Now, Rebecca and I visit your grave with flowers, always chosen with care. It’s our way of saying, “You’re still here.” and sometimes we just sit, letting the silence speak. It’s not a place of sorrow—it’s a place of connection. A place where love lingers. A place we can feel close to you.

We imagine you now, dancing with the angels,
laughing with Nana, Dominic, and Rebecca’s granddad— surrounded by all those we’ve loved and lost.
The party up there must be something else.

Down here, Rebecca and I feel you still.In the way we remember. In the way we love. In the way we live.

You’re watching over us—we know it. Not with fanfare, but with that same quiet devotion.You were, and always will be, our gentle guardian. And we will carry your love forward, like a lantern lit from your flame.