Dedicated to the memory of Freda Milliner
Milliner
Freda Mary
( Of Drayton Court )
Loving Wife of the late John (Jack), Charles and Cyril.
Very much loved Mum to Peter, Susan and the late Diane, Mother –In– Law of Michael and the late Kath.
A devoted Grandma to Tania and Samantha, a very special Great Grandma and Great Great Grandma.
Passed away on the 31st August 2019, Aged 98 years.
Freda will be very sadly missed by all of her Family and Friends
Funeral Service to take place at Holy Trinity Church, Hartshill, on
Monday 30th September 2019 at 11.30am followed by Burial at Hartshill Cemetery
Family flowers only please, donations if desired for Holy Trinity Church, Hartshill may sent to
W Smith & Sons Funeral Directors,
Avenue Road, Nuneaton, CV11 4JT
Freda Mary
( Of Drayton Court )
Loving Wife of the late John (Jack), Charles and Cyril.
Very much loved Mum to Peter, Susan and the late Diane, Mother –In– Law of Michael and the late Kath.
A devoted Grandma to Tania and Samantha, a very special Great Grandma and Great Great Grandma.
Passed away on the 31st August 2019, Aged 98 years.
Freda will be very sadly missed by all of her Family and Friends
Funeral Service to take place at Holy Trinity Church, Hartshill, on
Monday 30th September 2019 at 11.30am followed by Burial at Hartshill Cemetery
Family flowers only please, donations if desired for Holy Trinity Church, Hartshill may sent to
W Smith & Sons Funeral Directors,
Avenue Road, Nuneaton, CV11 4JT
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Sent by W Smith & Sons, Nuneaton on 06/09/2019
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