This is not a book you really ever want to have to order.


But sadly, it’s a book that’s needed from time to time. Death is not easy to navigate especially when grief ridden relatives are faced with so many chores, such as finding a book for people to write in at the funeral.

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Condolence Books Are Not What They Used To Be

Thankfully, condolence books have come a long way since the formal black nondescript types with lined paper inside. We can offer you a comforting and personal range of books by adding photos, quotes and the name of the person who has passed away.

Memory Books. Condolence Books. Funeral Books

The books we provide contain blank paper inside. This offers mourners the opportunity to pay their respects in an informal way as they’re invited to write stories, messages of support and love or record their memories of the deceased. The blank pages also invite arty people who like to draw a chance to grieve and extend sympathy in their own way. 

A Way To Keep Precious Memories in One Place

We know that bereavement is a challenging time and we know from experience a book can serve as a loving keepsake for friends and family to look through after the service. If you want to personalise it, even more, photographs may be added too, making it a special book of memories.

Our Range Of Books

Take a look at the books we offer on our website remembering we can make it special for you by adding photographs, quotes and dates.

Our Condolences To You

We are so sorry that you’ve arrived at this page. We know there’s not really much anyone can say to make the pain go away. Instead, we’ll finish with a quote by Henry Scott-Holland that we’ve found comfort in, in the recent past:

Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!



February 21, 2019 — TRACEY ASHTON

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