1942 to 6 August 2015
In loving memory of
Born April 21st 1942.
Commenced her journey into eternity and her heavenly home
August 6th 2015.
Isabel included these words in the text of her funeral service should
there have been one
I have got my leave. Bid me farewell.
I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door
And I give up all claims to my house.
We were neighbours for long,
and I received more than I gave.
Now the day has dawned,
and the lamp which lit my corner is out
.A summons has come
and I am ready for my journey.
Words of Rabindranath Tagore 1861 - 1941
Love, but just for a while.........
Isabel began her journey into eternity at the Princess of Wales Hospital in Bridgend
4.09am Thursday 6th August 2015
She had been progressively ill since December 2014 with arthritis of her spine coupled with pancreatic illness, which became acute and involved her liver. Her heart was not strong and she passed from this life in the personal
tranquility that would have been so familiar to her friends.
We had enjoyed fifty-two years of love and harmony
and were fortunate to spend the three days of her final illness hand in hand as always.
Eternal Rest grant unto her O Lord and let Perpetual Light shine
May she, and all the Faithful Departed, forever, Rest in Peace.
Isabel wrote her entire funeral service several years ago.
As it was her wish that, if acceptable, her remains should
be offered for Medical Research she would have been
delighted that the Cardiff Medical College has accepted
As there was no traditional funeral her original words have been amended.
I tried my best to avoid making a fuss by giving my body for research. As I succeeded, they must have wanted me so thanks for
saying goodbye now.
I see no point in someone talking about what I did or about what I was like. If you knew me, you already know these things.
I have chosen the three hymns which were sung for my mother so long ago in 1965. I have tried to translate the two Welsh hymns so that those who are not Welsh can sing if they wish or, at least, understand the words.
I have been so very lucky in having had a life full of love. I was born into a loving family and later I got two loving brothers and a loving husband. There are many other people I have loved and who have loved me.
I thank you all for the love you gave me and for the tears we have shared and for all the laughter we have enjoyed together.
When I am dead, cry for me a little.
Think of me sometimes but not too much.
It is not good for you to allow your thoughts
To dwell too long on the dead.
Think of me now and then as I was in life,
For some moments it is pleasant to recall but not for long.
Leave me in peace and I shall leave you too in peace
And while you live, let your thoughts be with the living.
Words of Ishi,a Native American c1862 - 1916
GUIDE ME O THOU GREAT JEHOVA
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
hold me with thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,
feed me till I want no more;
feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountain,
whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pillar
lead me all my journey through.
Strong deliverer, strong deliverer,
be thou still my strength and shield;
be thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death and hell's destruction,
land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee;
I will ever give to thee.
Words of William Williams (Pantycelyn) 1717 - 1791
Music (Cwm Rhondda) of John Hughes 1873 - 1932
In the presence of death, we must continue to sing the song of life. We must be able to accept death and go from its presence better able to bear our burdens and to lighten the load of others. Through our sorrows, we join with all of those before who have had to suffer and all of those who will yet have to do so. Let us not be gripped by the fear of death. If another day be added to our lives, let us joyfully receive it but let us not anxiously depend on our tomorrows.
The comfort of having a friend may be taken away but not that of having had one. It is ungrateful to reflect only upon the loss of my friend without any regard to the benefit of her being once mine.
Let us therefore make the most of our friends while we have them, for how long we shall keep them is uncertain
Words of Lucius Seneca 4BC - 65AD
Life is a place of good or evil according to what you make of it. If you have lived one day, you have seen all. One day is equal to all days. Wherever your life ends, there it is complete. The value of life lies not in its length, but in the use we make of it. This or that person may have lived many years, yet lived little. Pay good heed to that in your own life. Whether you have lived long enough depends upon yourself, not on the number of your years
Words of Michel de Montaigne 1533 - 1592Final
Rho i'm yr hedd, na ŵyr y byd amdano;
Y nefol hedd a ddaeth trwy ddwyfol loes.
Pan fyddo'r don ar f'enaid gwan yn curo,
Mae'n dawel gyda'r Iesu wrth y groes.
O dyro'r hedd, na all y stormydd garwaf,
Ei flino byth, na chwerwi ei fwynhad.
Pan fyddo'r enaid, ar y noson dduaf,
Yn gwneud ei nyth ym mynwes Duw ein Tad.
Rho brofi'r hedd a wna in weithio'n dawel
Yng ngwaith y nef dan siomedigaeth flin,
Heb ofni dim ond beunydd yn ddiogel
Yn ymyl Duw er garwed fyddo'r hin
O am yr hedd sy'n llifo megis afon
Drwy ddinas Duw, dan gangau'r bywiol bren.
Yr hedd sy'n llenwi bywyd yr angylion;
Yr hedd fydd inni'n nefoedd byth. Amen
Grant me that peace, of which the world knows nothing;
The heavenly peace which came from divine pain.
When angry waves on my weak soul are beating,
It's quiet near the cross where He was slain.
Oh bring the peace, the roughest storms can't tire,
Nor ever spoil the pleasure of it's balm.
In blackest night, the soul needs to retire
In God's own peace, where all is calm.
Grant us a taste of peace which helps us labour
In heaven's tasks in spite of grievous pain.
No need for fear as we come daily safer
Closer to God, however harsh the strain
Oh for the peace which floweth like a river
Through God's estate, below the trees of heaven.
The angel's peace, He's promised to deliver;
Peace which will be for us a quiet Amen
Words of H. E. Lewis (Elfed) 1860 - 1953
Music (Rhys) of W. J. Evans 1866 - 1947
Her memory is already committed safe to our hearts. It is now time to hand her finally into everlasting life as she makes her way on that infinite journey through eternity. May the light of love shine on us all, on those for whom we care and on those who care for us.
O fryniau Caersalem ceir gweled
Holl daith yr anialwch i gyd.
Pryd hyd y daw troeon yr yrfa
Yn felys i lanw ein bryd.
Cawn edrych ar stormydd ac ofnau,
Ac angau dychrynllyd, a'r bedd,
A ninnau'n ddihangol o'u cyrraedd
Yn nofio mewn cariad a hedd.
One sees from Jerusalem's hill tops
Life's journey through desert unkind.
The twists on that path will show clearly
But bring only calmness to mind
We'll face all the storms and the fears,
The terrors of death will then cease.
In safety, we’ll have reached those summits
Surrounded by joy, love and peace.
Words of David Charles 1762 - 1834
Music Alaw Gymreig Crugybar
How I Remember My
(An adaption from W H Auden)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message - She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Sylvester Crowley ~ Isabel
August 1963 to August 2015