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In Loving Memory <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>Brian</strong> <strong>Frank</strong> Faulkner<br />

3rd November 1938 - 10th January 2015<br />

Eastbourne Crematourium<br />

<strong>Service</strong> led by Pastor Rob Smillie <strong>of</strong> Suncoast Church,<br />

Eastbourne<br />

Tuesday 3rd February 2015 at 11:30 am


ORDER <strong>of</strong> SERVICE<br />

ENTRY MUSIC<br />

"Forever and Ever" by Demis Roussos


PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING<br />

AND LORD‘S PRAYER<br />

Read by Pastor Rob Smillie<br />

EULOGY<br />

Read by Pastor Rob Smillie


To Our Gentle Giant<br />

Tribute from <strong>Brian</strong>‘s grandchildren.<br />

Read by Katie - Grandaughter<br />

Grandad had the kindest<br />

eyes. He walked like a<br />

penguin in disguise, his heart<br />

was proud just like a lion, the<br />

centre <strong>of</strong> our family, Grandad<br />

<strong>Brian</strong>.<br />

He always did everything to<br />

support us, took us under his<br />

wing and taught us how to<br />

cherish family and be the best<br />

that we could be.<br />

We will miss him every day his<br />

smiley face, the way he’d say<br />

‘Ello Darlin’ when he saw us and<br />

would move the heavens for us.<br />

A gentle giant, young at heart<br />

Grandad was well-read, an<br />

inspiration and smart and<br />

rather sprightly for his age with<br />

his ipad and Facebook page.<br />

He was an amazing Grandad<br />

this football crazy Fulham lad a<br />

die-hard fan who got his kicks<br />

watching the side from SW6.<br />

Grandad loved the Eastbourne<br />

air and met some lovely people<br />

there always finding common<br />

ground with friends <strong>of</strong> old and<br />

friends new-found.<br />

He was honest, generous, kind<br />

and fun welcoming to everyone<br />

who joined the close knit<br />

Faulkner clan the family he’d<br />

built with our lovely Nan.<br />

He’s a man we can’t replace his<br />

zest for life; his warm embrace;<br />

his bacci tin; his magic tricks;<br />

his weakness for Ham, Egg and<br />

Chips.<br />

The sight <strong>of</strong> him on Christmas<br />

day Fulham hat proudly on<br />

display; how he filled our lives<br />

with laughter and always made<br />

us feel looked after.<br />

Now we’ve lost him to the stars<br />

we’re so proud that he was ours<br />

that we shared our lives<br />

together and he will live in us<br />

forever.<br />

With his love we all were<br />

blessed,<br />

<strong>Brian</strong> <strong>Frank</strong> Faulkner;<br />

Granddad; the best.


TRIBUTE<br />

From <strong>Brian</strong>‘s wife Muriel and their Children -<br />

Steve, Tracy, Julie and Sue<br />

Read by Steve<br />

MUSIC<br />

"Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin"<br />

TRIBUTE<br />

Read by Lee - Grandson<br />

SCRIPTURE READING<br />

PRAYER OF BLESSING<br />

Read by Pastor Rob Smillie


The Family Chain<br />

Read by Michael - Son-In-Law<br />

We little knew that<br />

morning, God was<br />

going to call your name.<br />

In life we loved your dearly,<br />

In death we do the same.<br />

It broke our hearts to lose<br />

you, you did not go alone, for<br />

part <strong>of</strong> us went with you,<br />

the day God called you home.<br />

Goodbye my love Goodbye<br />

Hear the wind sing a sad<br />

old song it knows I'm<br />

leaving you today.<br />

You left us beautiful<br />

memories, your love is still<br />

our guide and though we<br />

cannot see you, you are<br />

always by our side.<br />

Sung by Demis Roussos<br />

Our family chain is broken<br />

And nothing seems the same<br />

But as God calls us one by one<br />

the chain will link again.<br />

See the stars in the skies<br />

above they'll shine wherever<br />

I may roam.<br />

Please don't cry or my heart<br />

will break when I go on my<br />

way.<br />

Goodbye my love, goodbye<br />

goodbye and au revoir, as<br />

long as you remember me<br />

I'll never be too far.<br />

Goodbye my love, goodbye<br />

I always will be true so hold<br />

me in your dreams till I come<br />

back to you.<br />

I will pray every lonely night<br />

that soon they'll guide me<br />

home.<br />

Goodbye my love, goodbye<br />

goodbye and au revoir as<br />

long as you remember me I'll<br />

never be too far.<br />

Goodbye my love, goodbye<br />

I always will be true so hold<br />

me in your dreams till I come<br />

back to you


A MOMENT OF REMEMBERING<br />

THE GRACE PRAYER AND BLESSING<br />

Dance with my Father<br />

Sung by Luther Vandross<br />

Back when I was a child before life<br />

removed all the innocence my<br />

father would lift me high and dance<br />

with my mother and me and then spin<br />

me around til I fell asleep then up the<br />

stairs he would carry me and I knew<br />

for sure, I was loved.<br />

If I could get another chance another<br />

walk, another dance with him I‘d play<br />

a song that would never ever end how<br />

I‘d love, love, love, to dance with my<br />

father again.<br />

When I and my mother will disagree<br />

to get my way I would run from her<br />

to him he‘d make me laugh just to<br />

comfort me yeah, yeah, then finally<br />

make me do just what my mama says.<br />

Later that night when I was asleep<br />

he left a dollar under my sheet never<br />

dreamed that he would be gone from<br />

me if I could steal one final glance one<br />

final step, one final dance with him<br />

I‘d play a song that would never ever<br />

end‚ cause I‘d love, love, love, love to<br />

dance with my father again.<br />

Sometimes I‘d listen outside her door<br />

And I‘d hear how my mama cried for<br />

him I pray for her even more than me<br />

I pray for her even more than me.<br />

I know, I‘m praying for much too<br />

much but could you send back the<br />

only man she loved I know you don‘t<br />

do it usually but dear Lord she‘s dying<br />

to dance with my father again every<br />

night I fall asleep and this is all I ever<br />

dream.<br />

I know You don‘t do it usually<br />

But dear Lord she‘s dying to dance<br />

with my father again.


Muriel and her family would like<br />

to thank you all for attending and<br />

would like to invite you to join<br />

them at:<br />

The Garden Suite<br />

Hydro Hotel<br />

Mount Road<br />

Eastbourne<br />

East Sussex<br />

BN20 7HZ

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