June 3rd, 2006


Funeral Words

Below are the word by the Humanist who lead us during the Funeral.


Below are the words spoken at Gytha's Funeral. I hope you will find them uplifting as did we. Let me say Humanist speaker managed to help me to both celebrate her life and close the book of her life. I do not know who or what would have any copyright on this so if you think there is a problem please let me know.


Gytha's coffin was carried in the Journey of the Sorcerer

Intro skipped

We meet here to pay tribute to Gytha and to express our love and admiration for her and to bring, if we can, some comfort to her family and friends who have been hurt by her passing. We are all concerned directly or indirectly with the death of an individual for we are surely all members of one community.

Some of the bonds that connect us are strong and some are tenuous, but we are bonded by links of kinship, love or friendship, sometimes by living in the same community or town, or simply by our common humanity.

That value and purpose of life is in living and living well. People who have been a strength and comfort to others, who have used their time constructively and usefully, these are the people who create meaning and quality in life.

Gytha North was such a person.

Christina Rossetti wrote,
Remember me when I'm gone away
Gone far away into the silent land,
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me our future that you planned,
Only remember me, you understand
It will be late to council then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while,
And afterwards remember, do not grieve.
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
That you should remember and be sad

We are all involved in the life and death of each other. Human life is built upon caring. It's the individual uniqueness of human life that is the basis of our grieving in bereavement. Search the world and you will not find anyone quite like Gytha.

Beside your sadness, each of you has had the joy of having known Gytha and feel enriched in some way as a result. By expressing and sharing our grief we can begin to come to terms with our loss.

Herbert Read explained it well when he wrote
The death of each of us is in the order of things
It follows life as surely as night follows day.
We can take the tree of life as a symbol
The human race is the trunk and branches of the tree
And individual men and women are the leaves, which appear
For a season, flourish for a summer, and then die

One day we will be torn off by storm or simply decay and fall to become part of the earth and roots. While we live we are conscious of the trees flowing sap and steadfast strength. Deep down in our consciousness is the consciousness of a collective life, a life of which we are all part and to which to which we all make minute contributions. When we die and fall the tree remains, nourished to some degree by our manifestation of life. When we die and fall the tree remains, nourished to some degree by our manifestation of life. Millions of leaves have preceded us and millions will follow, but the tree grows and endures.

Although I never net Gytha, I spent time with her family I feel sure she would have wished to be remembered with love and joy, not just tears, and her character and personality would never have wished today to be morbid, she lived her life with vibrancy and meaning and has left her legacy which will keep her bright in your memories.

The words of Henry Scott Holland
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
All remains as it was
I am I and you are you,
The life we lived so fondly together is unchanged
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the usual way that you used.
Put no difference in you tone
Wear no air of solemnity or sorrow,
Laugh as we always laughed at the jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me
Let my name be ever the household word it always was
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
All is well.

We recognise today our deep sadness at losing someone who was so vibrant and loved as Gytha, our hearts are with Richard and the many friends that she had who I know will feel a huge gap has appeared in their lives. And yet is she not proof that the quality of a life is never measured by its length.

Born in 1951 at Luton Gytha seldom spoke of her early life and as soon as she was able moved to Brighton as a teenager. She was married to both Brian and Steph but those unions ended.

It was when Paul was attending a meeting of the Guild of Warriors that Gytha was running that they first met and in true Gytha style she declared that there were already too many Paul’s and from that day Paul was known as Richard. That also marked the beginning of their love and they became a couple.

We remember and celebrate the love and happiness that Gytha knew in her life, the 21 years with Richard and the deep and meaningful love they shared, the move to Birmingham and then Kinghorn with Richards work meant that we here in Scotland were lucky enough to share in the life of this multi skilled and remarkable woman.

I want to ask Sue Mason to address us now SEE SEPARATE POST

And this from Laurie SEE SEPARATE POST

Friendships where so important to Gytha this from Radintragath Tagore
It was beautiful as long as it lasted
The journey of my life.
I have no regrets whatever
Save the pain I’ll leave behind
Those dear hearts who love and care
And the strings pulling at the heart and soul.

The strong arms that held me up
When my own strength let me down
At every turning of my life I came across good friends
Friends who stood by me, even when time passed me by.

Farewell my friends, I smile and bid you goodbye,
No, shed no tears for I need them not
All I need is your smile.

If you feel sad, do think of me
For that’s what I would like
When you live in the hearts of those you love,
Remember the, you never die………………………….

Let us now pause for a while and each of us remember Gytha’s life in our own private and personal way, those of you who have a religious belief might like to offer your own silent prayer.

Music played Cheerio by Jethro Tull

We have now reached the part of our ceremony where we commit Gytha’s body to be returned to the elements from which we all spring.

Please Stand

For everything there is a season and a time for every purpose here on Earth a time to be born and a time to die Gytha we are glad that you lived, that we saw your face, knew your friendship and courage and enjoyed your company. Now in peace and thoughtfulness we bid you farewell. Your companionship, your caring, your love and support we commit to our memories. Here in this last act in sadness but without fear, we commit your body to be transformed by fire and returned into the great cycle of nature.

Having spoken of Gytha in life I would wish to finish by recognising the void that will be in the lives of many here as a result of her death. There is such a void when any person dies but it is the greater when they are as loved as she was.

I dedicate this verse from Gytha to all of you who loved her.
I give you this last thought to keep
I’m with you still I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumns rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not think of me as gone
I’m with you still in each new dawn

Thanks and wake arrangements.

And Finally for Gytha
Let her be safe in sleep
As leaves folded together
As young birds under wings
As the unopened flower

Let her be free in sleep
As the flowing tides of the sea
As the travelling wind on the moor
As the journeying starts in space

Let her be healed in sleep
In the quiet waters of the night
In the mirroring pool of dreams
Where the troubled spirit grows wise
And the heart is comforted

Leaving music Pastime with good company by Gryphon