Order of Service
16th October 2006

Borodin: String Quartet No.2 in D maj

Welcome

Address
by Dr Stephen Bostock

Poetry readings
by Mrs Julia Bostock, née Pohl

Tribute
by Christopher Menzies-Trull

Fauré: In paradisum

Address
by Father Michael Miners

Committal

Dire Straits: Local hero

How do you live your dash?

I read of a man who stood to speak,
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his coffin,
From the beginning … to the end.

He noted that first came his date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth…
And now only those who loved him
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own ;
The cars… the house… the cash
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

Miss me but let me go

When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,
why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little but not too long
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared
miss me but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take
and each must go alone
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
a step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrow in doing good
Miss me, but let me go.