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A Tribute to Lloyd Glynn
Jones
1/10/1931
- 9/2/2003
Torquay Crematorium
Monday
February 17th, 2003 |
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‘Claire
de Lune’
- Debussy |
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Welcome
to our celebration of the life of Lloyd
Glynn Jones, beloved husband of Mum, father of Sis1, Sis2 and Terry, and brother of Uncle TJ. The family did not want this
goodbye to be a sad one, it was not
Glynn’s wish. They have tried to put
a few words together to express the depth
of their love and gratitude, but words at
such a time can be hard to find. It is
hoped that the songs that Glynn and his
wife recently chose, in anticipation of
this day, will speak in some small part
on their behalf.
Fifteen months ago, after surgery, Glynn
and his family were informed that he had
an incurable brain tumour and would only
have between six and nine months to live.
Not once did he indulge in self-pity,
anger or remorse. Selflessly his every
thought was for the well-being of those
around him, even the surgeons, doctors
and nurses, whom he thanked and praised
constantly. More than once his family was
complimented on his dying the death of a
gentleman. He was a “gentle”
man indeed, but not without an endurance
and inner strength sufficient to see him
outlive all predictions.
With gratitude, courage and his unfailing
humour, he helped his wife and family
prepare themselves for his parting, plan
for the future, celebrate the past, and
say their ‘love you’s’ and
goodbyes. Glynn’s qualities of
honesty and kindness were a testament of
his virtue. If, in time, he should be
remembered for nothing else, let him be
remembered as an example of a decent,
loyal and dedicated family man, but most
of all, a man of enduring love for his
wife Mum, whose name was the last he
called. |
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‘Softly
As I Leave’
Matt Munroe
Softly,
I will leave you, softly,
For my heart would break,
If you should wake
And see me go
So I leave you softly,
Long before you miss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years
I can’t bear the tears to fall
So softly, as I leave you there.
Softly,
Long before you miss me,
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years
I can’t bear the tears to fall
So softly, as I leave you there
As I leave you there
As I leave you there. |
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With
Glynn’s passing we are already
remembering the man he was when fit and
well. Glynn met Mum whilst fishing with a friend,
at the Lido in Bristol. Who would have
thought his prize catch that day would
have resulted in a life-long love and
marriage? He married at the age of 23 in
Filton and became a father of three by
the age of 28, living in Downend. He was
the ultimate family man. Having been the
product of a broken marriage himself, he
was determined to provide his family with
the safety and security that his own
childhood lacked. His loyalty to his own
mother and brother never wavered, and as
a husband and father he could never do
enough for his wife and children.
Glynn was of the generation when a career
was for life. He started working for the
Post Office in Bristol as a
fourteen-year-old telegram boy, and after
a spell of National Service, during which
he served in the RAF in Egypt, he
diligently worked his way up through the
Post Office ranks. Throughout his 44 year
career he was committed, honest, genuine
and truly dedicated to ‘the
job’, when such qualities were
judged obsolete by lesser men.
In the early years, providing for a young
family on a Post Office wage was
difficult, and financial hardship was not
unknown. With steadfast determination he
was always committed to making whatever
personal sacrifices were required to
ensure his family was well cared for. By
necessity, in those early years, he
became a perfectionist at anything he
turned his hand to. As his children grew
up and took on homes of their own, he was
always willing, at a moments notice, to
rush in and fix this or repair that, with
energy and enthusiasm, to a standard that
will remain a benchmark for the rest of
their lives. Even in his last months of
life this interest was undiminished.
There are too many cherished memories of
Glynn to do justice to them here in such
few words. You each have your own. As
Glynn himself used to say “life is
nothing more than memories”. |
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‘The Way We Were’
Johnny Mathis
Memories, like the corners of my mind
Misty water-coloured memories
Of the way we were.
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left
behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
And if we had the chance to do it all
again
Tell me would we, could we?
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
And if we had the chance to do it all
again
Tell me would, we could we
Memories may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember we
simply choose to forget.
So it’s the laughter, the laughter
we remember, whenever we remember
The way we were,
The way we were. |
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This is a
time and place for tears, for we have all
suffered a loss in Glynn’s parting,
but he will always be remembered by his
family for his sense of humour and the
fun and laughter that he brought to their
lives. In this last act together, as we
say goodbye to Glynn, his family know he
has a smile on his face. |
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“Weep if you must, parting
is hell,
But life goes on, so smile as well.” |
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“Smile”
Nat King Cole
Smile, though your heart is aching,
Smile, even though its breaking,
When there are clouds in the sky
you’ll get by,
If you smile through your fear and
sorrow,
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining
through
For you.
Light up your face with gladness,
Hide every trace of sadness,
Although a tear maybe ever so near,
That’s the time you must keep on
trying,
Smile, what’s the use of crying,
You’ll find that life is still worth
while
If you just smile.
That’s the time you must keep on
trying,
Smile, what’s the use of crying,
You’ll find that life is still worth
while
If you just smile. |
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Lloyd Glynn Jones
“He was a man, take him for
all in all,
We shall not look upon his like
again”
(William Shakespeare) |
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‘Claire
de Lune’
- Debussy |
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