Patricia Margaret Cumberbatch
Celebrating the Life of
will be lovingly remembered as the
Wife of Brian Cumberbatch. Mother of Paula & Dawn.
Jan. 26, 1944 - Feb. 2, 2014
Sister of Roderick [deceased], Francis, George [deceased], Cecil & Lorna.
Grandmother of Shari Cumberbatch. Great-Grandmother of Aaleyah Sarai Lewis. Sister-in-Law of Kent, Kathleen, Ruby, Denis, Bertram & Alison. Aunt of Keisha, Jason, Mark, Roderick, Laura, Janne, Debbie, Gail, Sean, Caron, Peter, Robert, Eleanor, Christian, Cale, Craig, Thandi, Gary, Deborah, Daren, Robert, Onika and Jamal.
Great Aunt of Candice, Kaylah, Kaydon, Caleb, John and many. Special Friend of Joan Downer and many others.
The family wishes to express sincere appreciation and heartfelt thanks for the overwhelming love and support provided by relatives and friends.
Friday, 7th February 2014 2:30 p.m. St. Annâ€™s R.C. Church Officiated by Fr. Brereton
Order of Mass Entrance- Sing to God a Brand New Canticle Tribute- Shari Cumberbatch Words of Comfort- Garstein Hunt Penitential Rite First Reading (Wisdom 3: 1-9) - Thandi Merritt Responsorial Psalm- The Lord is My Shepherd Gospel Acclamation Gospel Reading Presentation of Gifts Hosanna Eucharistic Acclamation- We Proclaim (Tanya Rawlinson) Our Father Doxology (Great Amen) Sign of Peace - Shalom Lamb of God- Goretti Communion- One Bread, One Body Commendation- As the Deer Recessional- We Stand for God
We Stand for God
We stand for God! And for his glory The Lord supreme and God of all Against his foes we raise his standard Around the Cross we hear his call. Strengthen our faith, Redeemer Guard us when danger is nigh To thee we pledge our lives and service For God we live, for God we’ll die To thee we pledge our lives and service For God we live, for God we’ll die. We stand for God! Jesus our Master Has died to save with love untold His law divine and truth unchanging In this our land their place must hold. Strengthen our faith, Redeemer Guard us when danger is nigh To thee we pledge our lives and service For God we live, for God we’ll die To thee we pledge our lives and service For God we live, for God we’ll die. We stand for God! In ages olden He placed “the Cross” our stars beside Oh may our land gracious and golden Be faithful to the Crucified. Strengthen our faith, Redeemer Guard us when danger is nigh To thee we pledge our lives and service For God we live, for God we’ll die To thee we pledge our lives and service For God we live, for God we’ll die.
One Bread, One Body
Sing to God a Brand New Canticle
One bread, one body, one Lord of all One cup of blessing, which we bless And we, though many, throughout the earth, We are one body in this one Lord.
Sing to God a brand new, brand new canticle And fill the valleys with a new song Fill the valleys yes, and go fill the cities too And sing the ancient allelu
Gentile or Jew, Servant or Free Woman or man, no more
Israel let your joy be God and sing Praise the Lord in everything Alleluia, praise the Lord And let the nations, shout and clap their hands for joy (x2)
Many the gifts, many the works, One in the Lord, of all. Grain for the fields, scattered and grown, Gathered to one, for all.
As the Deer
As the deer panteth for the water So my soul longeth after thee You alone are my hearts desire And I long to worship thee You alone are my strength my shield To You alone may my spirit yield You alone are my hearts desire And I long to worship thee You’re my friend and You are my brother, Even though you are a king. I love you more thank any other, So much more than anything. I want You more than gold or silver, Only You can satisfy. You alone are the real joy Giver, And the apple of my eye.
For the Lord is a God of love Come to free all the poor with victory Alleluia, praise the Lord And let the nations, shout and clap their hands for joy (x2) For the Lord is a King of Kings God on high in whose love we never die Alleluia, praise the Lord And let the nations, shout and clap their hands for joy (x2)
Sign of Peace:
Shalom, I bring to you. Shalom, I give to you. Shalom peace be with you my friends. Maybe it’s just a start, but it’s coming from my heart. From the love God we’ll not depart. He said my peace I leave you, my peace I give you. Love is the greatest gift of all. So, peace be with you brother/sister, peace be with You. Shalom, Shalom, Shalom.
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I have to preface this address by defining it as just that – an address – NOT a eulogy. My grandmother did not want to be eulogised, but my mother, aunt and I (and to a lesser extent her husband, Brian - my grampy) felt that we would be doing her a great disservice by not recalling at least a few of the many treasured memories we have of the wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother she was – the woman who personified love. I have to say that balancing her wish not to be eulogised with our desire to celebrate her life left us stumped. How do you distill the essence of her 70 years of life as a wife, mother and friend? Every approach we took somehow felt inadequate and we quickly realised that our collective writers’ block was probably granny’s mischievous way of saying “Allyuh harden, eh? I said I don’t want a eulogy!” It was this mischievous, playful streak that endeared her to many even though many others never knew this side of her. Perhaps you should count yourself lucky since her mischievous nature often manifested itself in weird wagers such as “I’ll bet you a cuff in yuh eye” (who does that?), or her laughing threat to “lick yuh down,” which was one of her stock responses when she was on the receiving end of picong or “giving fatigue” herself. As a disciplinarian to us, she mastered the delicate art of letting you know that you were loved but that yes, she will not hesitate to LICK YOU DOWN. Auntie Dawn recalls an occasion not too long ago, when she was in her teens, and she was attempting to grow locks, and granny braced her with a stone so big she had to hold it with two hands. As her first and only granddaughter, I ostensibly escaped any such threats.
My mother and my aunt never knew either of their grandmothers, but they both agree that granny exemplified what they would have wanted in a grandmother by the love, care and support she showered upon me – and also mostly because of the stuff I was able to get away with that they couldn’t. Yay me! Most recently, my own daughter, Aaleyah Sarai, supplanted my role of being the apple of my grandparents’ eyes and we are fortunate that she was blessed to experience the doting love of granny, albeit for short time. Very recently, during her illness, I was reminding granny of a necklace with a miraculous medal that she had given me as a child and she promptly instructed me to pass it onto Aaleyah. But Aaleyah was well aware of her love, so much so that when granny was hospitalised, Aaleyah would always ask expectantly when she came over “where’s my gran gran?” When Aaleyah intuitively asked this very question after granny passed away on Sunday, we quickly explained that she was with Jesus and that she’d gone to take care of Aaleyah’s deceased puppy, Dublin, because granny adored puppies. In fact she loved them so much that with each litter over the years, it became harder to give them all away. There was always one that was too cute or one that showed some odd trait that made her laugh so that she simply couldn’t part with them. It was so hard for her (well, okay it was hard for us too), that at one point we ended up with sixteen dogs! She took care of them and communicated with them as if they were her own children. From brushing their teeth to spelling O-F-F so that Tuffie, who understood her perfectly, knew to get off the carpet. At times, she would playfully spell it O-R-F to try to trip him up, but Tuffie wasn’t stupid: he knew very well that she would lick him down if he didn’t move. Even though to many she might have appeared a serious person, she was truly a playful person, and although we didn’t know or appreciate it fully at the time, granny passed on to us an amazing cultural trove in the form of games like “Oliver Twist”, Moral, Hopscotch, Pinchy Pinchy, One, Two, Three Lovay and much more. All this in addition to the after Sunday lunch scrabble and all fours showdowns. Later in life, she loved doing crosswords and even as her eyesight began to fail her, she was so determined to complete them each week that she sought creative solutions in enlarged photocopies and even larger magnifying glasses.
In my mother’s and aunt’s formative years growing up in Belmont, she and Grampy ensured that they knew, appreciated and enjoyed the Queen’s Park Savannah and all its treasures – from strolls past the Magnificent Seven under the yellow rain of Poui blossoms to Panorama (in the Grand Stand, mind you), the Botanic Gardens and other adventurous activities like getting up early and going for a sea bath before school—and to school they had to go, or else…Yes, she filled our lives with love and laughter. Speaking of laughter, some of the unfortunate outcomes of Grampy’s stubborness was a source of constant joy and amusement for her throughout their almost 49 years of marriage and over 54 years of frienship. She laughed when he went overboard and made twodozen full-fledged kites for Aunty Dawn when all she wanted was a chicky chong; she laughed when he went overboard with the gas on a pile of dry bush. He brushed off her sage warning that the bush would go “VOOM” if he used too much gas. “What voom? What voom?” he said defiantly and struck a match. She laughed for weeks until his singed his eyebrows, crispy moustache and chest hairs grew back. She was a faithful friend, love and support to him throughout their marriage and he to her because family always came first. Her brothers were constants even though they lived abroad. She loved recalling memories of her childhood and through the stories she told us, we knew that she was proud of them- Uncle Cecil as a self-taught carpenter and all-round tradesman; Uncle Francis as mas man and master wirebender or Uncle Roderick as a broadway performer who inspired her love of musicals including West Side Story, My Fair Lady, Oklahoma and many others. Her loving sister Lorna who lived nearby, worked alongside her at the Elections & Boundaries Commission and was a constant presence in our lives. She was the purveyor of endless food and fun times – even though we quickly learned to steer clear of her pinch when she was enjoying a good, hearty laugh (most likely at someone else’s expense).
On daddy’s side, her treasured sisters and brothers-in-law (indeed, the “in-law” appendage seems so irrelevant now when you consider the relationships maintained well over half a century in some cases). To Uncles Kent, Denis, Aunty Barbara, Aunty Allison and, especially, our beloved Aunties Kathleen and Ruby, thank you for your friendship, love and enduring support of granny over the years. To Uncle Desmond and Aunty Brenda – your prayers and intercession on granny’s behalf were deeply appreciated. To Aunty Jenny, who gave yeoman service by caring for granny during her illness, and Uncle Berts for being there for your beloved “Papoosh”, for being her fellow “All Stars” fanatic and for being there when she needed you most; to her nephews and nieces Thandi and Johann, Keisha, Ralphie and Sheldon for being there and giving blood when she needed it— we will be forever grateful. To Candice, her great niece and god daughter, she knew and felt your love, even though you are unable to be here with us at this time. To her treasured nieces and nephews abroad, especially Gail who took the time to visit us and get to know mummy in her prime; to Debbie, Mark and Justin who made the effort to visit during her illness, and to many other relatives, we love and thank you. To Manta, Ella, Gerard and the rest of the Almadoz family who she lived with for a while after her own mother’s death – we love and thank you. To her closest cousins Horace and Mikey, thank you for your love and prayers. Mikey, in fact, while we prayed with her during her illness she often asked for you and seemed relieved when you visited and prayed with her, as if to say “yes, finally, some real prayers!” But we were not offended because, as she did, we know of your innate kindness and great love for the Lord. She leaves us to join her parents Cecil and Imelda, her late nieces Joanne and Denise, her close friends, the late Bruce Andrews and Fitroy Yates, and she leaves behind her forever friend, Joan Downer, without whose prayers and support these last few months would have been unbearable. There is so much more I can say; so much more I want to say, but I fear this address is turning into a eulogy and I really don’t want get “licked down” from granny right now, so in wrapping up I just want to say to granny that we all treasured you – beloved wife,
mummy, granny, gran gran, Papoosh, Aunty Patsy, Kesh; we will miss you dearly. So too will our friends who adopted our family because of the fact that you were there and lent an ear when their own parents wouldn’t or couldn’t; or simply because, like us, they treasured your food. We will miss your great cooking! Thank you to our newfound family Alison, Andre and Terri Lewis, Brunette “Granny Bruns” Seabrun; her caregiver Mekida Henry, who granny promptly renamed “Kayday”; our neighbours in Bon Air, who asked about her and kept her in your prayers; our lifelong family friends Aunty Mavis & Simone Andrews, the Lambies, the Boiselle’s, Malcolm and Maureen Campbell, and so many others too numerous to mention – we sincerely appreciate your love, comfort and support. Grampy, mummy, Aunty and I will miss the sound of your lovely soothing voice, your lovely singing and your trademark “soot” – the high-pitched whistle that seemingly only us and the dogs could hear. When we heard that sound in a crowded room, we made our way back to you like homing pigeons and we were reassured that you always had your eyes on us. Thank you for the endless sacrifices you made to make our lives easier; thank you for encouraging us to follow whatever path we chose, but cautioning us when you saw that we needed it. Thank you, granny, for sharing your sense of style, your love of music and ensuring that we appreciated every genre, so much so that at seven years old you had me listening to Brother Resistance, Roaring Lion, Andre Tanker, Frank Sinatra, Michael Jackson and knowing and appreciating the music well enough to sing along. Thank you for sharing your Catholic faith –manifested by my mother, Paula’s call to minister with her sisters-in-Christ at Jubilee Ministries, who we also thank and treasure for their support during this trying time. Thank you, granny, for your prayers of intercession for us and your finely tuned intuition that saved us from many scars throughout our lives.
For someone who always feared that you would die young, we are proud and happy that you met your milestone birthday of 70 years exactly one week prior to your passing. We were overjoyed that you sang with playful mirth “happy birthday to me,” and your enduring faith shone through as you sang “Yes Jesus loves me!” and “We Stand For God” even as you battled the pain. We are overjoyed and grateful to God that he ordered our steps to be with you at the very end. In closing, I want to paraphrase from the book of Timothy: Patricia Margaret Cumberbatch, you are already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of your departure has come. You have fought the good fight, you have finished the race, you have kept the faith. We will always, always love you. Delivered by Shari Anya Cumberbatch Written by Dawn Cumberbatch February 7, 2014