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Celebrating a Life

Once again I find myself indulging in some therapeutic writing. I wanted to write about Kevin’s funeral/celebration of life, with an explanation of why we chose the music, poetry, flowers and so on to make it about him.

We decided very quickly that Kevin’s beloved Labrador, Buddy would have to attend the funeral. Once again Kevin Foster, our funeral director organised the event for us with his usual calm efficiency and patience, as he had for Mum’s funeral a few weeks ago and he was totally amenable to that, even offering to walk with Buddy at the head of the cortege. We opted to keep Buddy in the car with us.

Kevin was not a religious man, so we opted for a humanist service at our new local crematorium at Bockenfield. We used the crematorium’s facility to livestream the service, as we had done with my Mum’s funeral. This has enabled many of our family and friends to take part who were unable to travel here because of distance, health or other committments. Our celebrant was Pauline Fellows, who visited us to plan the service. She was such a kind, gentle lady and very easy to work with.

We chose three pieces of music, all by bands we had seen perform. As we arrived. by Runrig played Gabriel’s Sword. The band originate in the Scottish Islands, where we spent many happy holidays and on our Scottish trips, Runrig’s music would always be playing in the car. Immediately after I read the eulogy, we listened the the very beautiful Everglow by Coldplay, another favourite band. All four of us went to see them once with friends. During this, a slide show of photographs of Kevin played. Finally we heard Beautiful Day by U2. We saw them many times and Kevin once introduced them live on stage, back in the day we were on the students’ Entertainment Committee at Sheffield University. They were supporting John Otway and Wild Willy Barrett at the time (this was a long time ago!)

Pauline had asked if we wanted to include a poem. It just happened that I’d bought a book of poetry for Kevin at Christmas. We had adopted the Icelandic tradition of  Yulebokkflod a few years back, and gave each other a book on Christmas Eve. Earlier last year we had been visiting the Sill visitor centre at Twice Brewed, near Hadrian’s Wall, where there had been an exhibition about a new book, The Lost Spells, by Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris. It showed some of the beautiful illustrations alongside extracts from the poems which are all about the natural world, and with recordings in the background, featuring birdsong. It was stunning and I bought the book to give to Kevin.

The poem I chose was Gorse. This spiny yellow shrub is a common feature of our local landscape here in North Northumberland, where it is known as Whin and gives its name to the Whin Sill, a huge outcrop of volcanic rock on the coast. The verses describe how though gorse creates a spiky impenetrable barrier it also provides shelter for the creatures that nest and seek refuge within it its thickets. Kevin was like this too. He could be a bit spiky, but truly cared for the rest of us.

Gorse

Good luck trying to force your way through 

Gorse! Better setting out across

a field of spears, a lake of pikes, a sky of

hawks, a hundred winters;

better getting dealt a thousand scratches

by a million splinters!

Out of crags and hedges, cliffs and ledges,

Gorse jags, spikes, crackles: raises

hackles, speaks sharply: Keep Out! Stay

Back! Get Off My Land!

Room is made by Gorse, though – space is

braced for redstart, rabbit,

wheatear, plover, quiet life is harboured in 

its criss-cross places.

See into Gorse; get past its guard and pick

a path towards its well-defended 

heart, the secrets kept within its limits.

Each of us is partly made of Gorse, of

course: prickly, cussed hard the parse 

and tough to handle, all helter-skelter

points and angles – but only ever really 

seeking love and giving shelter.

It’s a beautiful poem.

The flowers were by Polly’s Petals. Polly creates the most stunning naturalistic arrangements including wild flowers and foliage.

She created something beautiful to reflect the countryside that Kevin loved so much. It included bluebells, forget-me-nots, cherry blossom , rhododendron and wild foliage along with cream narcissus and lizzianthus.

There were also a few spikes of bright yellow gorse flowers to reflect our local landscape and the poem we chose.

Polly also added some pheasant feathers to continue the countryside theme.

The spray was made up in three sections, so Kevin’s sister, our daughter and I could each take part of it home.

Kevin loved following our local hunt, the Percy hounds, so at the end of the service, one of the hunt staff, Will, blew the hunting horn, sounding the long continuous note that is used to signal the end of a day’s hunting: Blowing for Home. Right on cue, Buddy, who had lain quietly all the way through, pricked up his ears and barked, just as he would if he heard the horn when he was out with Kevin on a hunting day.

Afterwards we went to one of Kevin’s favourite places, Rigg and Furrow – his favourite bar and the home of his favourite beer, Run Hop Run. We had spent many an hour over many a drink here in the brewery tap of this farm-based brewery, always loving the relaxed, fun atmosphere and the warm welcome. There was absolutely no other place we could have gone for the post-funeral reception, and when we asked they said it would be an honour to host it.

Pippa, who runs the venue, recommended our caterer, Kooked North. Laura created the most spectacular grazing board of cheese, charcuterie, pate, breads, crackers, olives, pickles, dips, nuts and fruit.

Kevin was an excellent cook and loved good food. He enjoyed trying locally made produce, so it was lovely to see some of our favourite Doddington’s cheeses being served.

There were also some tasty sweet and savoury baked treats, including some delicious sausage rolls, with either black pudding or pork and apple.

As those present shared their memories of Kevin over a drink and some food, we played some of his favourite music and ran a slideshow of photos.

We were overwhelmed by the turnout, which included people from so many different parts of Kevin’s life, some of whom had travelled a long distance to be there. He would have been really touched that so many came.

I’m so grateful to all that contributed to make the day such a perfect reflection of who Kevin was.

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Saying Goodbye to Mum (2)

I’ve heard that writing can be used as a form of therapy and self-indulgent as it might be, since the planning of my Mum’s funeral has taken up most of my headspace over the last couple of weeks, I do feel the need to write about it now.

For most of us, planning a funeral is something that we may have to do only once or twice in our lives if we are lucky. We want to do what our loved one would have wanted, often second guessing them as few leave behind plans to be followed. It’s certainly made me think about what I want to happen when the time comes, and how to make my wishes known to my family.

In arranging Mum’s funeral, all we knew was that she wanted to be cremated and to have a Christian service, so we came up with something that was in line with her faith, but at the same time very personal.

We agreed on a traditional funeral service at the church she attended for many years, St Michael and All Angels, Felton, followed by a short cremation service at the nearby Bockenfield Crematorium. Both the vicar, Rev Richard Townend and our funeral director, Kevin Foster gave us lots of help and support, which was greatly needed, having never done this before and not being either church goers or particularly religious. I asked my aunt about hymns (she used to attend church with my mum) and the vicar advised us on readings.

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The church is a beautiful old building dating back to around 1200 (you can read more about its history here). My brother and I visited it a couple of weeks before the funeral as we hadn’t been for ages. One of the reasons we wanted to do this was to check out the access as ancient buildings are not always the easiest for disabled visitors. The main path up to the church has some steep and uneven sections, so we decided to borrow a wheelchair for my aunt and that I would use my mobility scooter. The funeral director was able to obtain the wheelchair and ensured that there was space in the back of the funeral car for a folding scooter. There is a portable ramp at the steps into the church.

The church has kept up with the times , despite its medievals origins, to make it a more flexible space. A glass wall was erected to divide off the back of the church and this has created a soundproof space with all sorts of functions: it is used by the Sunday School children and to serve refreshments after services, with a hatch into the kitchen. Other additions to the church are toilets, a sound system and large screen tv. All have been added very sensitively and don’t detract at all from the old stonework and stained glass windows.

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Mum used to help with the flowers at church. She used to tell me how there were no flowers during Lent, then the church would be lit up with daffodils and other spring flowers on Easter Sunday. With this in mind we decided on flowers on the coffin only. Local florist Polly Smith of Polly’s Petals, an old school friend of my daughter made the most beautiful arrangement.

We met her during the saddest time, during the week after Mum’s death and spent a lovely hour with Polly by the wood-burning stove in the cabin where she works. Polly’s style is very much inspired by nature. The spray she created resembles a spring meadow, including tulips, ranunculus, spray and tea roses, iris, lizianthus and anemones, in shades of pink, purple and white with complementary foliage. The peachy pink roses were like my Dad’s favourite peach rose in the garden.

The. arrangement was made in four sections, each to be taken home afterwards by female close family members. Polly sets the flowers in moss rather than florists foam, which is plastic based and does not break down. She also planted surprises among the moss, some white crocus bulbs, just starting to sprout, which can be taken out and planted in the garden later.

Polly was an absolute pleasure to deal with, so kind at all times. She took all our requests on board and made suggestions of her own. She even had sample flowers to show us when we visited to give us an idea of what is in season and what she’d most likely be using. The result was stunning.

Music was important to my mum. She learnt to play the piano as a child and reached a high standard. She sang in choirs for many years, most recently The Bridge Singers, who played an important role in the service, their ranks swelled by the Swarland Community Choir. In the half hour before the service, as people were arriving, they sang a selection of songs, including some of Mum’s favourites. Notes of the song list and the reasons they were included were placed around the church.

The Choir also provided a lovely alternative to the more traditional organ music to accompany the congregational hymns. People were given the option of joining in or sitting to listen to the choir’s harmonies and contemplate the words. Their versions of “All Things Bright and Beautiful” and “How Great Thou Art” were beautiful. Their rendition of the very Scottish folk song, The Parting Glass, a favourite of Mum’s was very moving. I’m so grateful to the choirs and Musical Director Cheryl Camm for everything they did to make Mum’s service so special.

We have extended family and friends all over the world, including in India, Australia and the USA, as well as throughout the UK. Distance, health issues, work and other commitments made it impossible for quite a number of people to travel to the funeral. At the suggestion of one of my cousins, we arranged for the funeral to be live-streamed , with the option of watching later. Dejavu Video did a superb job – the videographer was unobtrusive and the video quality was excellent. I’ve had some great feedback from those who watched it. You can see it here.

As well as the eulogy I read, other personal touches were a favourite poem of Mum’s, Sea Fever by John Masefield read by my brother and the bible verses read by my daughter. I was so proud of them both for getting through it. Also, a lovely lady who is an ordained minister, and knew Mum said prayers.

Over 80 people attended the church, after which immediate family went to a brief cremation ceremony at nearby Bockenfield Crematorium. This has been open for quite a short time: a much needed facility in this area. It is very well designed, simple and airy, with covered space outside and speakers in case the numbers overflow and a covered walkway for family to meet guestsafter the service, There are even comfortable sofas for close family at the front. The centrepiece is a beautiful antique wrought iron farm cart, that acts as a bier for the coffin.

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A recording of one of Mum’s favourite piano pieces, Chopin’s Nocturne No.2 in E flat played as we went in, and Louis Armstrong’s “We Have All the Time in the World” played at the end, as it did at my Dad’s cremation.

Following that we joined the guests at The Northumberland Arms, Felton for refreshments. They had been a pleasure to deal with too and served a delicious hot and cold buffet.

It was an emotional, long day, but it went off without a hitch and it was lovely to share memories of Mum with family and friends, old and new. She would have loved it!