Baker and Baker Funeral Directors

07/01/2026

24/12/2025

Have a Blessed Christmas 🌟

06/12/2025

The lights are hung, the candles glow,
And still, there’s something I just can’t show,
A quiet ache beneath the cheer,
A missing voice I long to hear.

The world decks out in red and gold,
But grief slips in, unwrapped, untold.
It pulls a chair up by the tree,
A silent guest that sits with me.

I laugh, I smile, I play my part,
But joy and sorrow share one heart.
For every twinkle, soft and bright,
There’s one that dims in memory’s light.

I set a place for love, not pain,
Yet find their absence here again.
In songs they loved, in a festive glow,
In traditions only they would know.

But in the hush of summer’s air,
I feel them close, still woven there.
In gentle signs, in whispered peace,
In love that time can never cease.

So I hold entwine both a joy and ache,
For grief is love that couldn’t break.
And though this season feels bittersweet,
Their memory is in my heart to keep.

25/11/2025

This morning we are celebrating the life of Deb Avery at All Saints United Church.
If you would like to support Deb's passion for literacy and education please donate to 'Deb's Walk A Child to School' project to help kids get to school. https://backabuddy.co.za/campaign/debs-walk-a-child-to-school-project?fbclid=IwdGRjcAOSVyBjbGNrA5JW-mV4dG4DYWVtAjExAHNydGMGYXBwX2lkDDM1MDY4NTUzMTcyOAABHigXkjlE2tBIT2tj-ooYELY-VOWozzTTI6qT-My8TTxe2ymLWKZ9HJwkvdwa_aem_ldlhivA_tKxjmO8uW-x89g

15/10/2025

When a mother loses a baby, their DNA doesn’t just disappear.
It lives inside of her.
Little fragments of them stay
woven into her blood, her bones, her very being.
She carries them forever, even when the world assumes she’s “moved on.”

Science calls it microchimerism.
But mothers call it love that never left.
Her baby’s cells cross into her body and stay there for a lifetime.
A physical reminder that they were real, they existed, they mattered.

So even when her arms are empty, she is never truly without them.
Their presence lingers in her body, her heartbeat, her cells.
She doesn’t just remember them…
she holds them, every single day, in ways no one can see.

Motherhood doesn’t end with loss.
It lives on in her body.
It lives on in her soul.
It lives on in the love that never had the chance to grow old.

She carries her baby forever.
Not just in her heart.
But in every part of who she is.

Originally posted by Unfiltered Feels

14/10/2025

Dazza Griffiths Llewellyn John Griffiths

17/09/2025

This morning we are honouring the life of Lynette Stilwell at St Anthony's Catholic Church, Pmb.