Today, on 20th October 2009, was Annie's funeral.
Order of Celebration
Judy Davy – introduction and welcome
Star Trek Original Theme
Memories of Annie – Mark and Heather, Corrina
Bob Dylan – Blowing in the Wind
Tony - Poem by Annie
Tony – Our Time Together
Judy Davy – Blessed Be
Theme from Trek [Enterprise] – Coffin to move away behind curtains
African Music to Leave
Funeral Speech
May I read you a poem by Annie. It is called “The Hourglass”
May I read you a poem by Annie. It is called “The Hourglass”
The Hourglass – by Annie
No denying the force of gravity
Tiny grains of a life in motion
Spiral downwards towards the time
When something’s got to give.
Life forced through a narrow view
Emerging on the other side
Reformed, renamed, reviewed
Nothing remains the same.
So the deal is new and who am I?
Life is rearranged and what am I?
New horizons much closer than before
Every moment to be claimed.
Jy 12/02/07
“Every moment to be claimed”. That says a lot about her, and how she lived her life, to the fullest that she was able, and even beyond.
Before her heart trouble began, she travelled around the world, and even flew on Concorde. I am so glad she travelled across the world while she was fit and able to do so. I wished I could have been with her longer. Here are a few lines from a film and I think they sum up her spirit of adventure, and my regrets that my time with her was so short.
“How you'd have loved the North Cape and the fjords and the midnight sun to sail across the reef at Barbados where the blue water turns to green to the Falklands where a southerly gale rips the whole sea white!
But there were other voyages possible. Annie enjoyed Star Trek, and it was Trek that first brought us together, a shared enthusiasm that never waned. This year we watched the entire series of Star Trek Next Generation, saw the new movie at the Cinema and were enjoying watching Star Trek Enterprise. “Trek! More Trek!” she would say on a Friday night, eagerly. Now she boldly goes, and my prayers go with her.
Annie was also passionate about fighting injustice, whether it was global or local in Jersey. And she also was a great fan of Bob Dylan, who spoke so strongly in his songs protesting about injustice, and who you’ve heard today. She also supported the work of Sister Peter helping the poor in the Congo, but typically for her, as in all the unseen good she did, she did so quietly, without making a show.
She introduced me to so many new things –the joys of plants – quite a feat - architecture, art nouveau, counselling, and the less serious side of life - fun New Year’s eve parties where everyone dressed up, or relaxing evenings with her so many friends, and all different kinds of music from across the world. The final piece of music that will be playing as you leave is from the African band Kasai Masai whom Annie and I saw play at the Arts Centre early this year.
In recent years, her mobility scooter gave her a freedom for walks which she had not enjoyed, and we often went out walking at weekends.
I noticed as time went on, how she became so much more tired, how on bad days she would struggle, and yet she rarely complained, and just persevered, educating herself on her condition, on the drugs she took, so that she knew how to balance one against the other as well as any of her doctors.
Our time was brief, but so many memories, such joys. And Annie was so often tired but never complained.
And now you'll never be tired again, my dear. You will rise on wings like eagles; you will run and not get weary; you will walk and not grow weak.
Goodbye, my darling.
No denying the force of gravity
Tiny grains of a life in motion
Spiral downwards towards the time
When something’s got to give.
Life forced through a narrow view
Emerging on the other side
Reformed, renamed, reviewed
Nothing remains the same.
So the deal is new and who am I?
Life is rearranged and what am I?
New horizons much closer than before
Every moment to be claimed.
Jy 12/02/07
“Every moment to be claimed”. That says a lot about her, and how she lived her life, to the fullest that she was able, and even beyond.
Before her heart trouble began, she travelled around the world, and even flew on Concorde. I am so glad she travelled across the world while she was fit and able to do so. I wished I could have been with her longer. Here are a few lines from a film and I think they sum up her spirit of adventure, and my regrets that my time with her was so short.
“How you'd have loved the North Cape and the fjords and the midnight sun to sail across the reef at Barbados where the blue water turns to green to the Falklands where a southerly gale rips the whole sea white!
But there were other voyages possible. Annie enjoyed Star Trek, and it was Trek that first brought us together, a shared enthusiasm that never waned. This year we watched the entire series of Star Trek Next Generation, saw the new movie at the Cinema and were enjoying watching Star Trek Enterprise. “Trek! More Trek!” she would say on a Friday night, eagerly. Now she boldly goes, and my prayers go with her.
Annie was also passionate about fighting injustice, whether it was global or local in Jersey. And she also was a great fan of Bob Dylan, who spoke so strongly in his songs protesting about injustice, and who you’ve heard today. She also supported the work of Sister Peter helping the poor in the Congo, but typically for her, as in all the unseen good she did, she did so quietly, without making a show.
She introduced me to so many new things –the joys of plants – quite a feat - architecture, art nouveau, counselling, and the less serious side of life - fun New Year’s eve parties where everyone dressed up, or relaxing evenings with her so many friends, and all different kinds of music from across the world. The final piece of music that will be playing as you leave is from the African band Kasai Masai whom Annie and I saw play at the Arts Centre early this year.
In recent years, her mobility scooter gave her a freedom for walks which she had not enjoyed, and we often went out walking at weekends.
I noticed as time went on, how she became so much more tired, how on bad days she would struggle, and yet she rarely complained, and just persevered, educating herself on her condition, on the drugs she took, so that she knew how to balance one against the other as well as any of her doctors.
Our time was brief, but so many memories, such joys. And Annie was so often tired but never complained.
And now you'll never be tired again, my dear. You will rise on wings like eagles; you will run and not get weary; you will walk and not grow weak.
Goodbye, my darling.
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