“What you don’t realise, little butterfly, as you flutter through your days, is how you touched all those around you in your soft, and gentle ways…”
Extract from the poem ‘My Little Butterfly’
by Barbara Ann Rogers
Once the Funeral Ceremony has taken place, there is sometimes the need or desire to either scatter or inter the ashes of your loved one, or to hold a Memorial Ceremony. I can also help you with either of these.
Please contact me directly if you would like a chat, without obligation.
Here is some information on Memorial Ceremonies.
R’s Memorial Ceremony; and my first ever…
My first ever Ceremony was for R – an avid West Ham United supporter, who had lived abroad. R’s Daughter chose to have the Ceremony at his favourite old club in Barking. R was present in his West Ham United coloured urn, up on the stage in front of everyone, most of whom had not been able to attend his funeral abroad. R’s Daughter wanted the actual words from funeral read again by me. The whole Ceremony really had a family-owned feel to it. We sang ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles’ and ‘Pack Up Your Troubles’ in the hour-long tribute to R. It was an extremely dedicated and moving Ceremony, finished off with pie, mash, jellied eels and a good old fashioned East End knees up at the back of the room afterwards.
Scattering or Interring Ashes
Some advice on scattering or interring the ashes of your loved one, can be found here. There is also a help sheet on that web page, to help guide you a little more.
Not everyone likes to scatter them though. Looking back at my dear Mum, as a family, we knew instinctively that the place she would like to finally rest would be one where people could still chat to her – and be somewhere she knew and loved. That was Mum through and through though. So we bought a pewter urn, decanted Mum into it from the plastic one she was returned to us in, wrapped her up, and buried her gently in the large flower bed she had dug in our garden and nurtured for over 20 years. Indeed the earth that had nurtured her for her whole life. Now, anyone who visits can still go and have a chat with her. Her Mother-in-Law is a little further round the corner, in the same flower bed. Our Family had always lived next door to each other in the same street – and that same closeness still exists now, whether on this earth plane, or another.