|Poem read out at the service:
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 be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, 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 be gone.
Margaret Mead, American writer and poet (1901 - 1978)
|lesley smith (Family)
|To a wonderful auntie and friend We will always love you and remember you. Lots of love for ever from Lesley Nev Taryb Brian and Logie xxxxx
|Elaine Wharton (Family)
|My memories of Auntie Pauline are of a lovely lady that was always wore a smile on her face, caring and always interested in what you had to say and gave me some good advice/guidance over the years. The last advice she gave me which I will always remember and do put into use ..... "don't worry about not having a sparkling clearn house and being over house proud - its better to spend your non-working time enjoying life than doing housework" .... so be aware when visiting the Wharton household that I am following Auntie Pauline's best advice. Sad that Auntie Pauline is no longer with us but happy that she has been my auntie. Niece Elaine xx
|Lindsey Mellor (Daughter-in-law)
|"You Can Shed Tears That She Is Gone"
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she has gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes
love and go on.
|Jen King (Friend)
|I hadn't seen Pauline for many years, since leaving London to return to Scotland, so I only remember her in good health. The time I spent with her was always in the company of toddler boys (Dexter and Robbie, followed by Euan). We were usually in Victoria Park: over-feeding the ducks; risk-managing the slides which wee boys want climb up rather than slide down; or enjoying the paddling pool. She was a patient, attentive grandmother who knew what toddler boys needed before they did. Watching her with Dexter made me think that she was using her knowledge and experience of boys 'second time round' - and she was so relaxed (wish I could have been).
And I liked our connection to Yorkshire. Having a dad from the Bradford area, I appreciated what was special about a grandparent from somewhere else, who 'imported' an accent and also fitted in so easily with the busyness of London. That easy-going approach to life is something we could all learn from.
It's been lovely to look at the photos and read the messages about her. And to have known her.
|Gordon Berridge (Husband)
|14 years ago Pauline suffered a brain aneurysm whilst we were down visiting Graham in London. It was probably the best place to be to have such a thing because within a matter of hours she was taken to the Royal London Hospital for surgery that saved her life. Pauline's recovery from this was exceptional and apart from a few minor post-trauma niggles she was able to return back to a full, active lifestyle. Sadly however 5 years ago she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Following a successful operation and period of treatment she went almost 2 years without any further problems before the cancer started to spread once again, this time to her kidney and stomach. Little over a year ago it had moved to her liver. Pauline never complained or bemoaned the fact that she had cancer, and never felt sorry for herself. She did not accept the disease but understood she had it and what it meant. In this past year, and especially since the Spring, she has struggled with the illness, but kept herself as active as possible. In the end though, like very many cancer victims, the disease was too strong and she peacefully and lovingly passed away.
|Graham Berridge (Son)
|The song you just heard Whatever Will Be Will Be by Doris Day was chosen
because it was the song my Mum sang to me as a boy when I was sick and
poorly and it always provided me with comfort. As it probably has done for
millions of others.
I always knew my mum as a Sunbeam and never was there a more
appropriate word to describe her. She was a ray of light in this world. She was
caring, loving, and thoughtful and was one of the ‘good people’.
My dad often referred to her as ‘you little bugger’ Pauline, usually because
when asked if she wanted some sweets or cakes she would say no, then
upon seeing them she would say ‘go on then’ I’ll have a piece’. Always
sharing! Watching movies with Mum was always amusing because half way
through she would invariably ask’ well who’s he’ , or ‘why have they done
that’, or ‘well that’s just silly’. Always sharing her thoughts with all of us, so
we’d have to pause the movie to explain!
As her son I have a million memories of her but they are all the same in many
ways: they show a truly kind-hearted person who had time and consideration
for everyone. Most of all though, she was wonderful with the little people: if
ever there was someone who was on this earth to look after children it was
Pauline. Whether with me, my cousins or my cousins children she always
adored all of us and had time to listen and was interested in what we were
doing and had to say – which was usually a lot. It remains of endless
amusement to me and Linzi that Dexter, who is technically a cockney, went to
school in London with a northern accent as result of being cared for by my
mum and dad. When Dexter and I last saw her she was very frail but still
wanted to know how he was getting on at University, how was his
accommodation, was he eating ok and so on. He’s doing just fine, Mum. We
began to read her the early chapters of one of her favourite stories,
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. She knew the story well, but it didn’t stop
her asking questions about the characters. We read to her till she dozed off,
happy and content. Amongst other things Wuthering Heights is a powerful
endearing love story, which is what my mum and dad had together.
I will leave my last thought of her to be summed up by a few lines from an old
religious poem which ties nicely in with her being a sunbeam and her beliefs.
Mum believed in the spirit of Christianity and religion, but she was not a
devout church goer or worshipper.
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam,
To shine for Him each day;
In every way try to please Him,
At home, at school, at play.
Jesus wants me to be loving,
And kind to all I see;
Showing how pleasant and happy,
His little one can be.
A sunbeam, a sunbeam,
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam;
A sunbeam, a sunbeam,
I’ll be a sunbeam for Him.
Speaking on behalf of my Dad
A special thank you to the care, support and kindness provided for Pauline by
her own GP, Doctor Gavin, her medical Oncologist Dr Cheeseman, MacMillan Nurse Beverley Hurst and the nursing staff at Ward 15 and the Day Care Unit at BRI.
Pauline was very brave and she had several major operations over the last
14 years and suffered, silently, dignity and without complaint.
I first met Pauline when she was 16 and we married on her 19th Birthday. In
our courting and early married years we went camping around the UK and in
France, Italy and Switzerland, travelling on a BSA motorcycle. We then
settled down to family life and she gave me the gift of a wonderful son of
whom we are extremely proud.
Pauline was not only my wife, she was my best friend, and we had a loving,
happy marriage and life together. We shared everything and when our
grandson, Dexter, was born we spent many weeks at a time with him during
his childhood. Pauline always looked forward to our trips to London and then
to Surrey to see him, Graham and Linzi where we spent many happy days
with Dexter walking in the parks, woodlands and especially by the side of the
river Lea. Thank you Polly for all the support you have given me during our
life together. We would have celebrated 60 wonderful years together on the
27th November. I will leave you with the words we used to say to each other
every night: good night god bless I love you. I will keep your last words to me
in my heart forever – I love you Gordon, Gordon I love you.
|Lindsey Mellor (Family)
Was always happy,
Always there for everyone else,
Even when she was suffering herself.
Was always loving, and in return will,
Always be loved,
And very sadly missed.