For Jean
This page is in loving memory of Jean Isobel Allen, also known as Jean Isobel Stephens.
Jean always took solace in her garden and the glorious countryside surrounding her home in Kent, so please feel free to wear autumnal colours, inspired by the ‘Garden of England’ countryside she loved so much.
If you would like to make a donation in Jean’s memory, we have nominated the local animal charity Barby Keel Animal Sanctuary, as this was a charity close to Jean’s heart. She loved animals, and had a soft spot for those who would otherwise be overlooked, so we feel Jean would approve of supporting them to continue their hard work, in her honour.
Jean always took solace in her garden and the glorious countryside surrounding her home in Kent, so please feel free to wear autumnal colours, inspired by the ‘Garden of England’ countryside she loved so much.
If you would like to make a donation in Jean’s memory, we have nominated the local animal charity Barby Keel Animal Sanctuary, as this was a charity close to Jean’s heart. She loved animals, and had a soft spot for those who would otherwise be overlooked, so we feel Jean would approve of supporting them to continue their hard work, in her honour.
Recent Donations
one year ago
Mark and Karen
‘’We all need a reason to keep going’’ said the horse. ‘’What’s yours?’’ “You three” said the fox “Getting home” said the boy “Cake” said the mole
one year ago
Bob Baker
Remembering your love and support for animals of all kinds.
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Thank you for setting up this memorial to Jean.
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 Barringtons Funeral Directors on 09/11/2022
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