The words you wanted to say to them,
set forever in oak and stone.
THEIR REST.
YOUR LOVE.
OUR CRAFT.
WAYS TO REMEMBER
REMEMBRANCE
FRAMES
MEMORIAL
BOARDS
GARDEN
MEMORIALS
ETERNAL LIGHT
CANDLES
STAR CHARTS
PORTRAIT POEMS
NEED HELP CHOOSING?
We'll find what fits, together
STORIES OF COMFORT
"She says it's the first place she looks now."
To Monarch Remembrance, My mum found Samson in Spain, or rather she found her. Someone handed her this scruffy little mongrel while she was living out there and that was that, she was hers. When she moved back to England she wasn't about to leave him behind, so he made the whole journey home with her. She was only small, a proper Spanish street dog, but she ruled that house. When she died my mum was heartbroken in a way I hadn't seen from her before. I wanted to do something for her that lasted, not flowers that are gone in a week. I ordered the slate heart and I will admit I was nervous, because if it had turned up cheap or flimsy it would have made things worse, not better. It didn't. It is a proper piece of slate, heavy in the hand, her name cut deep into it, made to sit out in the garden through anything England throws at it. When she unwrapped it she went quiet, and then she cried, the good kind. We put it in her flower bed together. She tells me now it is the first place she looks every time she goes outside. I just wanted to do something for my mum. This was it. Thank you.
"I appreciate you being honest with me rather than just doing it and hoping for the best."
To Monarch Remembrance, Rimmer came to us long before the children did. My partner named him after Red Dwarf and it stuck, though there was nothing cold about him. He was the most affectionate cat you could ever meet. He was here through both pregnancies, and when two small children arrived and started tearing about the place he took the lot in his stride. Evenings were his. He would find a lap, any lap, and that was him settled for the night. When he died the children were old enough to feel it properly, and so was his younger sister Tilly. She still wanders the house looking for him. I didn't want a photo shoved in a drawer. I wanted something we could actually use, something with a bit of warmth to it. The candle memorial you made is exactly that. It is solid and beautifully made, our text done so neatly, and when the candle is lit the acrylic and glass holder simply glows. Even Tilly comes and sits by it. Thank you.
"Reading those words back, it's like someone finally understood exactly who she was."
Dear Monarch, I wanted to thank you for the beautiful poem board you made for our Labrador, Mia. We've always been a family that travels, and the dogs were always the first ones in our converted van. It broke my heart thinking about the house without her in it. But having her poem on the wall, in those words, on that oak... it stopped me in my tracks the first time I read it. It's like someone finally understood exactly who she was. Not just a dog. Our girl. It's a small thing, but every time I walk past it I stop and read a line, and it brings me a lot of peace. Sadly, our other boy, Makka, has just been diagnosed with cancer, so we know we don't have long left with him either. It is a heavy time for us, but honestly, it is a comfort to know we'll be coming back to you for him when the time comes. Thank you for helping us remember her properly. Mrs Doab
BUILT ON SOMETHING REAL
"Because love doesn't end when life does"
When someone you love is gone, that love doesn't leave with them. It stays, and it needs somewhere to be.
We give that love a home. Something heavy, something permanent, something you can reach out and touch on the days when you need them closest.
