Ann Jones Funeral Celebrant

27/07/2025

Many congratulations lionesses!
Making England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 proud 😊

25/07/2025

Put those old wives tales to bed; see what really happens at a crematorium 💗

Our next behind-the-scenes tour is on

➡️➡️Thursday 31st July from 6pm ⬅️⬅️

Everyone is welcome for a full tour of our facilities and an open discussion about planning a funeral.

For more information please contact us: 01543 212988

25/07/2025

Only 3 Days to Go! ✨

We’re just a few days away from welcoming our 2nd group.

We want you to know that this space is for everyone. We’re committed to creating a safe, welcoming, and inclusive environment where you can show up as you are. Whether you’re feeling nervous, or looking forward to feeling heard or somewhere in between, you’ll be met with kindness, respect, and open arms.

🕯️ Our first meeting will take place :
📍 Pelsall Community Centre
📅 Sunday, 27th July
🕛 12:00 PM
(Please arrive on time, session will start for 12pm- drinks will be available just before we start!)

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

Please remember to be kind! ✨

25/07/2025

🌟GIVEAWAY TIME! 🌟

Do you want to win a Fortnum & Mason Hamper - Worth £135?!

❗️What's included?
- 50x Royal Blend Tea Bags.
- Strawberry Preserve.
- Fortnum's Pickle.
- Fortnum's Traditional Shortbread Rounds.
- All Butter Crackers.
- Fortnum's Marc De Champagne Truffles.
- Fortnum & Mason's Tea Towel.

❓How to enter?
- Like this Post.
- Tag two friends.
- Make sure you're following our page.
- Share this post for an extra entry!
It's as simple as that!

Winner will be announced on Friday 29th August.
Good Luck!

24/07/2025

“The Last Honest Hours”
(a poem about dying of old age)

They say it’s a gentle way to go—
to slip out slowly,
with the years tucked around you like a blanket.
But no one tells you
how loud the silence becomes
when your body quits before your mind.

How your thoughts start pacing
like ghosts
through all the doors you never opened.

Did I waste my life?
Did I miss the point?
Was I too proud to say what mattered
while there was still time?

I think of the people
I loved from a distance
because I didn’t know how to be close.
The words I swallowed
because I was afraid to be wrong.
The time I traded
for things that broke
or never loved me back.

What does it all mean
when the mirror stops recognizing you,
when the memories come faster than your breath?
I see them—
my children’s faces when they were small,
the morning light on the kitchen floor,
the hand I should’ve held tighter.
It all comes rushing back
like a tide I can’t stop.

Why didn’t I sit longer
in the moments that begged me to stay?
Why did I care so much
about being right,
about being respected,
about being remembered—
and so little
about just being kind?

I wonder if the people I hurt
still carry the weight I gave them.
I wonder if the ones I lost
knew how much I loved them
before they left.
I wonder if I’ll be forgiven
for the things I can’t go back and fix.

These are the last honest hours—
when nothing shines but truth,
and even your breath
starts to feel borrowed.

And now,
as I lie in this bed,
closer to the end than the beginning,
I just want to know one thing:

Will the people I loved
remember my softness
more than my silence?
Will they know
I tried—
even when I failed?

And when I go…
will there be light,
or just more questions?
Will God take me gently,
and finally tell me
what all of this was for?

Because I’m ready to go.
But not without knowing
that my life
meant something
to someone
somewhere
deep.

23/07/2025

RIP Ozzy ❤️💔❤️

21/07/2025

21/07/2025

21/07/2025

Someone once told me that the loved ones we’ve lost handpick the babies we’re meant to carry.
That before we even knew we were pregnant, they were already loving our child from a place we can’t see.
A place just beyond the veil.

Maybe that’s why some babies feel like home.
Like holding them is somehow a reunion.
Like your heart is remembering something it forgot it was missing.

I like to believe that someone I had to say goodbye to
Got the chance to say hello to my baby first.
That love is passed down soul to soul.
And that’s why this bond feels so much bigger than just us.

It’s not just biology alone.
It’s legacy.
It’s magic.
It’s love that never left.

15/07/2025

Today (15th July) is .

Street Angels have seen first hand the impact spiking can have on someones life. Drink spiking is a calculated, often premeditated crime, and it’s far more common than most people realise. Victims are left traumatised, disbelieved, and in some cases seriously harmed – yet spiking remains poorly understood, rarely prosecuted, and dangerously under-reported.

ROC Angels and our local teams are part of a range of agencies who work hard to ensure our town and city centres are safe places to be at night.

Our www.SafeNightOut.party includes practical advice to help people have a .

If you want to know more about spiking visit Stamp Out Spiking - here is some information from them:

What is spiking?

Spiking is when someone puts alcohol or drugs into another person’s drink or body, through vapes, injection or ci******es, without their consent or knowledge. Spiking can happen to anyone, anywhere and can be carried out by strangers or people you know.

Symptoms include:

Lowered inhibitions; Difficulty concentrating or speaking; Appearing intoxicated after consuming small amounts of alcohol (or none at all); Loss of balance and finding it hard to move; Visual problems, particularly blurred vision; Memory loss or ‘blackouts’; Feeling confused or disoriented, particularly after waking up (if you’ve been asleep); Unconsciousness.

Street Pastors, Walksafe,

15/07/2025

❤️💔❤️