Terence Frisby Funeral Programme

In Loving Memory

Terence Frisby November 28, 1932 - April 22, 2020

Eden Valley Woodland Burial Grounds, May 27, 2020

Order of Service Music: Dvořák’s New World Symphony Welcome by celebrant, John Baddeley Hymn: Ye Holy Angels Bright 1. Ye holy angels bright, Who wait at God's right hand, Or through the realms of light Fly at your Lord's command, Assist our song, For else the theme Too high doth seem For mortal tongue.

3. Ye saints, who toil below, Adore your heavenly King, And onward as ye go Some joyful anthem sing; Take what he gives And praise him still, Through good or ill, Who ever lives!

2. Ye blessed souls at rest, Who ran this earthly race And now, from sin released, Behold your Savior's face, His praises sound, As in his sight With sweet delight Ye do abound.

4. My soul, bear thou thy part, Triumph in God above: And with a well-tuned heart Sing thou the songs of love!

Let all thy days Till life shall end, Whate'er he send, Be filled with praise!

Reading: Extract from Kisses On A Postcard, by Terence Frisby Read by Samuel Frisby Little blondie, Anglo-Saxon. Gwyn was dark, like me: a Celt. Remember, boy: never, never, never, never, never, trust your leaders. Montgomery’s a hero. Churchill’s a hero. Where’s my son, Gwyn, eh? Dead. And it’s not just this war or the last. It’s all history. ‘Into the Valley of Death rode the Six Hundred.’ Who sent them there?

Miss Polmanor’s just another casualty, like all of us. A million men didn’t come home from the first war, my war. That left a million spare women, a whole generation of leftover women. She was engaged, wasn’t she, to a corporal in the Duke of Cornwall’s Light Infantry? Killed at Passchendale. She didn’t want to be a dried-up old haybag. She just found out one day, that’s what she is.

I like it here, boys. Look at the wind on that cornfield. And the valley. And the compost heap, there, to remind us what we’re coming to. Just remember two things, boys. It’s not fair. And don’t be late.

Reading: Remember Me, by Margaret Mead Read by Ferdie Frisby Williams To the living, I am gone, To the sorrowful, I will never return, To the angry, I was cheated, But to the happy, I am at peace, And to the faithful, I have never left.

I cannot speak, but I can listen.

I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.

So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea, As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity, Remember me.

Remember me in your heart: Your thoughts, and your memories, Of the times we loved, The times we cried, The times we fought, The times we laughed.

For if you always think of me, I will never have gone.

And: Oh, God Our Help by Isaac Watts Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.

Music: Ar Lan Y Mor, traditional Welsh folk song Played by Lola Frisby Williams Eulogy by Eliza Frisby Eulogy by Dominic Frisby Committal Final words by John Baddeley Exit - Kisses On A Postcard, by Gordon Clyde

A memorial will be held for Terence later in the year at Richmond Golf Club, his favourite place.

Thank you to everyone who has sent messages of condolence. If you would like to make a donation, please choose the Maggie Oliver Foundation or plant a tree in his name.