This site is dedicated to the memory of Michael Demetriou.
Michael Demetriou was born in Cyprus on October 08, 1937. He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family. He was an amazing man full of life with a cheeky glint in his eye, and we will miss him dearly.
All donations will go to Woking hospice where dad spent the last 3 weeks of his life, They were nothing short of amazing in their care towards him and that is why we have set up this page.
We thank you in advance for your generous donations
Love Michaels Girls (Edna, Christalla, Angelica and Maria).
All donations will go to Woking hospice where dad spent the last 3 weeks of his life, They were nothing short of amazing in their care towards him and that is why we have set up this page.
We thank you in advance for your generous donations
Love Michaels Girls (Edna, Christalla, Angelica and Maria).
Recent Donations
7 years ago
Friends, family and colleagues of Michael
Donations received directly to Woking Hospice
£1368.30
8 years ago
Gill Davis
Well done Maria, Ed, Michael and Morgan. With love from Gill and family xxx
£10.00 (+ £2.50 Gift Aid)
8 years ago
Jonathan, Kirsten, Eliot and Adelaide
Well done to you all for having fun and raising money for a good cause. Hope you enjoyed yourselves. Love from the Patients
£10.00
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Thank you for setting up this Tribute Fund in memory of Michael Demetriou where you can create a truly special lasting memorial reflecting your loved one’s personality through words, photographs, music and videos plus if applicable show money raised by yourself, family and friends for Woking & Sam Beare Hospices.
We hope the Tribute Fund will be a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Woking & Sam Beare Hospices on 15/10/2015
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