I expect for some it may seem a little strange taking photo's at a funeral but when you are a family of many photographers it would seem the right thing to do. It is also a rare occasion to get us all together. So I wanted to share with you the highly emotional but very beautiful day that we shared for my Mothers funeral. The service in the morning took place at my Mothers church, we then gathered at one of her favourite places for lunch together with friends and family. This was at tea rooms down by a river estuary and dam. The sun shone and we shared memories together. After this my Mother was taken to Cornwall to be buried with my Father and Nana, her mother, at the church that they attended and where we were married. her Grandson's carried her to the graveside where my husband did the committal service. I cant explain just how beautiful a spot this is, a pretty little 15th century church surrounded by a small graveyard and open fields.
After this peaceful and emotional time we all went to Charlestown Harbour to eat supper together.
I couldn't have imagined just how perfect this day would be and am thankful to God for His presence and love.
My brother and I wrote the eulogy below, I will add at the bottom to explain the bit about my sister :)
One twin and our daughter, our eldest son and my sister, my sister and her family, Gilby and his second cousin.
My sister, brother, myself and most of our families.
'Mum started life in 1928 as the last of 4
children christened Evelyn Myfanwy Griffiths and living in Swansea- her family
suffered during the Depression with her elder brothers and father out of work
at times. Mum lost her father through ill health when she was 11.
Having moved to Builth Wells with her mother (Nana)
to escape the bombing they continued to live a Spartan life in a remote cottage
without the mains services we enjoy today-
It was sometime in this period that a young
Land Surveyor working for the Ordnance Survey arrived in the town with a team
working on updating the maps of the area and Mum met the love of her life-
On the 12 June our parents would have been married
for 60 years. They began their married life living in a caravan whilst travelling
around the country for Dad’s work.
Mum kept detailed diaries of those early
years, she loved the lifestyle, but it wasn’t always easy. No running water,
fetching coal in a wheelbarrow, sometimes pushing it across fields of snow.
Hand washing and drying their clothes and bedding, oil lamps because there was
no electricity, bathing in a metal bath-tub after boiling pans of water.
Mum also wrote about the fun and laughter
they had with their friends, sharing evenings in each others caravans, eating
supper together, washing and setting each others hair and getting lifts in the
Ordnance Survey vans to get their shopping.
Regular trips to the cinema, mum’s diaries record
all the films that her and Dad went to see and which actors starred in them.
Both Lindsey and I started our lives in the
caravan and whilst our parents were excited with their
first house in Leighton Buzzard, mum also cried when she had to move out of the
little caravan that she had loved so much.
Mum didn’t
get on too well with driving and we recall the regular family car journeys when
mum was supposedly the map reader but required frequent stops for dad to point
out yet again where we were on the map and yet again show her where we were
supposed to be going-
Dad always seemed to know his way around and
so I reckon he set mum up on the map reading for his own amusement.
However mum was an extremely good cook, homemaker
and mother and they were often entertaining their many friends at home. We
enjoyed good parents loving us whatever we were up to- good or bad-
Moving to Cornwall and life in Polgooth was
perhaps their happiest times-
Of course when we lost Dad and Nana in 1981
in a car accident life changed for all of us but especially for Mum- it was a
devastating time-
The highlight that soon afterwards lit up the
darkness of this time for mum was the finding of her long lost daughter
Margaret- or rather Margaret finding us!
The first Lindsey and I knew of it was a
breathless excited mother on the other end of the phone announcing the news-
not the normal kind of headline I hear when I switch on the evening’s spotlight!
This was soon followed by a trip into the
depths of Wales to Newtown where we met Margaret, Dave and two lovely little
girls Angharad and Non. What a great addition the Welsh arm of the family has
been!!
Mum then moved from Polgooth to be closer to
her family-
Mum enjoyed her time living in Buckland
Monochorum- especially being part of the community here at St Andrew’s where
she was so well looked after by Graham and the church family-
More latterly as Mum increasingly developed
the symptoms of dementia she faced this challenge with her trademark
determination, courage and humour, we often laughed together as we tried to
have a sensible conversation.
It was then that some angels turned up initially
just to clean through the house once a week, but soon developed into regular
caring, looking after mum, her meals and medication four times a day. This
enabled her to stay in her home much longer than otherwise would have been
possible. We are so grateful to Barbara and her team for their care for mum-
It became more difficult when apparently having
walked across the moors on a cold winter’s day Mum turned up in Yelverton having
forgotten on the way how to get home-
Her last few weeks were spent in Mayflower
House where, having developed Shingles she became more frail and weak, her last
two days saw her family gathered around her. Mum peacefully passed away just
before midnight on Ascension day and as Graham has reminded us it is the day
when Jesus said ‘I go to prepare a place for you’
We firmly believe that mum is now in a better
place where there is no suffering or sorrow-
As we look back we can see that Mum never
recovered from the loss of her beloved Carl- but she drew her strength from her
family and from God and that is where we will draw our strength from as we all
come to terms with losing our dear Mum, Grandmother, Great Grandmother and
friend.'
My sister was born to my Mother when she was only 19 and unmarried, this was in 1947 and at a time and place (Wales) when to bring up a child on her own was not acceptable.Margaret was adopted. Six years later my Mother met and married my Father. When Margaret's adoptive mother died in 1984 she decided to trace her birth Mother and got a whole lot more than just a Mother :)
