Patricia, or Patricia Thompson to give her her Sunday name, was an Army girl at heart a small girl with a dry sense of humour, but tough, and stubborn with it, when she needed to be. People didn’t call her Patricia though, she usually got Pat, so that’s what I’ll call her today.
Pat was a daughter, sister, mother and later, grandmother, and will be greatly missed by all those who had the privilege to have known her, and I know that for lots of people she has left many happy memories, just some of which, I would like to share with you today.
I am John F Brown and I have the privilege to be your Civil Celebrant for our time here today.
Patricia was born on the 17th of May, in 1946, to mum Annie Elizabeth, although she got Ann, and …show more content…
Apparently she’d always wanted too, but Ann didn’t know anything about it!
So this found Pat moving all the way down to Chertsey in Surrey, and the start of a whole new chapter in her life. She loved the army I was told, she was a cook, and made up to Lance Corporal after her training. But unfortunately it wasn’t going to last because she developed tummy problems, a stomach ulcer, and after an operation to cure it, the Army decided to give her a medical discharge.
Pat first met Tom, the man she would go on to marry, in the Army, Tom was actually working on the recruitment side when they first met. Tom would make a career out of the Army and stayed in for the full 22 years.
Well, their relationship was on, then off, then on again, well, that’s the way it goes sometimes. They were engaged in the beginning, that was off and on too. The original plan was to marry in 1967 but it was more like 1970 by the time they did, and it would end up with all of them together, Pat, Tom and children Julie, Michael and young Steven, all down in Newfield where they had bought a house together, but before that they had been living in an Army house in Bolton in …show more content…
Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, could we please share a few moments of silence for a chance to reflect on what Pat meant to you individually, followed by the lord’s prayer.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
Ladies and gentlemen, could I ask, everyone who is able, to please stand for the committal.
To everything there is a season
And a time to every purpose
A time to be born
And a time to die
Here and now, in this final act
In sorrow but without fear
In love and appreciation
We commit the body of Pat to be cremated
Let us remind ourselves that Pat resides not in an urn or a grave
But in the hearts and the minds of the living.
This is the end of our