Dedicated to the memory of Diana Maxfield

This site is a tribute to Diana Maxfield, who was born on Wednesday, 22nd February 1950 and she passed away on Sunday, 4th November 2018.
She is much loved and she will always be remembered by herfamily and friends.

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Lynne you were and always will be the love of my life : my one and only thrill as we used to say. I miss you so much and sometimes wonder what the point of life is without you. Then I recall the strength and determination, the joy and reward you had in your life. You are my guiding light and I take whatever strength I have from the love we shared. Your smile was legendary. Your talents, your creativity your love of life. You were always eager to embrace the future and always wanted to see what was round the corner; we were prepared to poke life with a sharp stick! I'm here in Spain now and whilst I'm doing ok it's not the life I had hoped for with you. I never can be. We talk - or I talk and you reply by giving me strength to embrace this last adventure in my life. How much more thrilling it would have been with you by my side. You may not be by my side but you are in my heart my thoughts and in everything I see hear and do. You are my life. I want to go on because of you but I live in hope that one day we will be together again. I will bathe in the wonder of your smile - you are my everything. I love you. Hayward and Hughes - together forever. Xx.
Ray
6th September 2019
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Diana. 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 Wilton Funeral Services on 12/11/2018
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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