06/01/2023
I don’t very often post photos of funerals and memorials I have conducted but todays ceremony was a little bit special, held at Goodwood Motor Circuit in West Sussex.
I met the deceased gentleman’s daughter a few years ago when I conducted the funeral of her best friend and so was honoured when she called me and asked me to conduct a celebration of life ceremony for her Dad. It was most definitely worth making the 150 round trip back from my new home town of Wokingham for.
This gentleman had been given a direct cremation funeral before Christmas in keeping with his personal wishes, but his family wanted and needed to celebrate his life and say goodbye in their own way, and so they chose today to do so which would have been his 80th Birthday.
Goodwood Motor Circuit was a place when this gentleman had spent many many happy times taking his vintage cars and vehicles to members meetings and the annual Goodwood Revival.
Today flags were flown at half mast, his personal artefacts scattered around the venue, making his presence still very much felt.
After I delivered his Celebration of Life Ceremony his two children and some of his friends took his vehicles out onto the motor circuit and made one final lap of honour. It was truly moving and an incredible tribute to his wonderful life and legacy.
Every life is unique, so why settle for a standard funeral?
This poem was included within the ceremony…
THE TRAVELER
A traveller set out one day to see the world of life,
he knew along the way there may be moments full of strife.
But he was young and full of dreams, and oh, so very strong
He doubted there was ever much that really could go wrong.
His car was new, all bright and shining,
upholstery clean with leather lining.
Oil and water, fuel and tyres, they were all just right
and in the blue sky up above, the sun was shining bright.
So off he drove, his heart and pulse were beating fast
“How long” he said “can this perfection last”?
The journey had many directions to choose
So he stepped on the gas, not a moment to lose.
He respected his car, for this was his shell
He had regular checks to see all was well
There were the occasions, when odd parts would fail
But soon he would be right back on his trail.
He travelled each day, and sometimes at night,
but with every new sunrise, a wondrous sight.
Most things made him happy, though a few made him sad, but he tackled it all - the good and the bad.
After many long years, the car started to tire
the paintwork was rusty, engine harder to fire.
The travellers hopes had each day been met,
As the sunrises faded, he watched the sun set.
“It’s time to go home now” the traveller sighed
I have no regrets for the things that I’ve tried.
My journey has led me to so many places,
I’ve learned such a lot and kicked over the traces.
The engine then spluttered and started to stall
The car had done well and given its all.
He took out the key and opened the door,
with a smile on his face, he had ended his tour.
(words written by Gloria Kivlichan)