IN MEMORY OF OUR BELOVED SISTER
CAROL ANN GROVES
3rd April 1945 - 2nd December 2022
Months go by and it is almost a year since the death of our dear sister Carol, but time does not heal, it merely teaches us how to live with grief, and grief is the price we pay for love.
As a devout catholic Carol found comfort and solace in the words of many religious texts throughout her life, one in particular being the words of Julian of Norwich
"All shall be well, and all shall be well,
and all manner of things shall be well.
For there is a force of love moving through the universe
that holds us fast and will never let us go."
Julian of Norwich
It was on the 2nd December, 2022 when our beautiful sister, passed away from our lives. Carol was loved by all who knew her, she was a devout catholic and her faith was her guide throughout life and into death.
Carol's funeral took place on 22nd December, 2022. We know that many of her friends from over the years were sadly unable to make the journey but we know you were there in spirit and below you will find Videos of the requiem mass held at SS Peter and Paul Church followed by the Rite of Committal at Agecroft Crematorium.
Funeral Service
Part 1: St. Peter & St. Paul Church
Part 2: Agecroft Crematorium
We all have our individual memories of Carol through the years but everyone who knew her spoke of her love of life and music, her sense of fun, kindness and generosity of spirit. There are so many pictures of Carol from over the years and we have put together a video of photographs of Carol with family and friends to bring a smile to your heart, and perhaps a tear to your eye.
You can find all the images from this video on the Gallery Page of this site.
Many will know how Carol had a particular love of Cornwall and in recent years has spent more and more happy times there. In particular she found peace and contentment walking the coastal paths to Chapel Point shown below. This is where her ashes were scattered.
For Carol her faith meant death was a new beginning and she loved these words by Henry Scott-Holland.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Forever in our hearts, sleep now dearest sister.
"May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
