When someone close to you dies it is a profound and life-changing event. That person deserves a unique ceremony that reflects and celebrates their life and tells their story in a personal, heartfelt and meaningful way. I can help you create the perfect life and funeral celebration.
A funeral, or celebration of life, can include some spiritual content, a little, or none at all. The ceremony we create together will honour the life of the person who has died. Readings, music, hymns, songs, children’s stories, prayers and tributes can be included, but there are no set rules. This service will be as individual and unique as we all are, so whatever your wishes or ideas, please feel free to discuss them.
In general, we will meet for an hour (more if needed), in a place suitable for you. We can talk and then we will plan the right service for the person you love. Throughout the planning we will stay in touch, working together to ensure all details are correct, represent your heart and the essence of the person you love.
I am happy to work in a wide range of different venues; including woodland and natural burial grounds, crematoriums and civic cemeteries as well as the family home, peaceful gardens, farms, pubs, village halls and hotels, I want to ensure that you have the right service for you in the right location.
If you would like to know more please contact me. I look forward to hearing from you and supporting you to create the ceremony that best celebrates, and is most appropriate for, your loved one and those left behind.
I Am Standing Upon The Seashore – Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says:
“There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That it all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just as the monent when soneone
at my side says, “There, she is gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“Here she comes!”
And that is dying.