Order of Service
Wednesday, 25th March, 2020
This is the service that will take place for Scott at Anfield Cemetery. It should have taken place in St. Chad’s. We are putting the service here in the hope that anyone who can’t attend the service will feel able to join in wherever they are. The music that Scott’s family have chosen for the service is embedded below.
Opening Music: Dignity, Deacon Blue
Welcome and Opening Prayer
Jesus said: Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.
We know that today some have gathered in Anfield Cemetery to remember Scott, and others will be remembering Scott wherever they are. We are prevented from being together, but we know that wherever we are, God is with us.
So we remember Scott, celebrate his life, give thanks for all that he meant to us, and to acknowledge the pain that parting brings.
We have a job to do today, and a longer task to get underway.
First, to acknowledge the shock of Scott’s death.
Then we should take the time and space we need to say goodbye.
We remember all the good that was present in the years
it was given to Scott to share with us.
And then we seek to find healing and peace
to enable the journey of grief to move on.
That journey can bring many different emotions.
You may feel numb or angry, helpless and lost.
You need space and time to grieve and to remember.
At some points, you may need silence, quiet, space to be alone.
At other times, you will need company, story and conversation.
There is no right or wrong way to feel when someone dies
so in a moment of quiet, let us share our feelings with God.
God, in our vulnerability and loss
help us to hold one another in love.
Strengthen us, and comfort us.
Enable our tears. Hear our sighs.
Help us to live through our doubt.
Teach us the truth that the darkness
has never overcome the light of your love.
Help us to care for each other
and to love each other through this grief. Amen
Reading: Born and Lived a Red
I was born and lived a red,
My passion, my pride, it’s what I bled.
I was a Kopite through and through,
My heart chose red, discarded blue.
I saw the whole of Shankly’s reign,
The Mersey flowed inside my veins.
The light shines bright on Anfield’s crowd,
In wind and rain it’s just as proud.
I’ll be there no matter what,
chanting loud upon the Kop.
When you hear that Anfield roar,
That’s me cheering Liverpool once more.
My echoes whistle through Stanley Park,
With sweet silver songs of larks.
Up above now is where I lie,
Past the storms in golden skies.
On Liver bird wing’s my heart is flown,
For I will never walk alone.
Reading: Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way 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 we always 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 effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it. Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past; 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!
Eulogy: Memories of Scott
Scott will be remembered as one of the lads – Jack the Lad, always a joker with a sense of humour. But he doted on his boys, Reuben and Lennon, was a passionate Red, and loved his music concerts.
He was from Kirkby originally, the younger brother of Paula and Lee, with his Mum and Dad, Eleanor and Richie. Growing up, he was a bit of a daredevil, always up to some mischief. School was Ravenscroft Nursery, then Eastcroft and Ruffwood, although it’s fair to say that it wasn’t his favourite way of spending his time. When he finished school, he had a few jobs, mainly as a scaffolder and labourer with his Dad. He travelled to the Netherlands and Norway putting up scaffolding for the festivals, and his family have pictures of him with his top off – he was a real sun lover. His love of travel was also present in the trips around Europe following Liverpool Football Club with his friends, and holidays to Ayia Napa, etc. with them. And he liked going up to Southport for the parades on the 12th July, and he loved playing footie – regular games of 5-a-side.
But the most important thing in his life was his two boys, Reuben and Lennon, who he absolutely doted on. He was a brilliant Dad, and they helped look after him as well. He loved taking them out, to the cinema, for meals, the motorbike show.
A couple of stories about Scott. When they were younger, Paula was left in charge while their parents were away. Paula and Lee had an ice fight, and managed to break the window in the front door. They put a brick in the front porch to try and avoid the blame, but Scott grassed them up. And on another occasion when his Mum and Dad were going on holiday, they got to the airport to find that their flight was delayed, so they decided they might as well wait at home. On returning, it’s hard to say who was more horrifed, them or Scott, when they came in and discovered his preparations for a party. But of course, Scott was the baby, so he got away with murder.
Life for him was at its best firstly when he was with his mates, and then with his boys. And when he had to face the challenges that life holds, still had a happy face and got on with life. His strength of character was shown in the way that he managed to rebuild his independence after his accident, and he always had a smile.
Scott could be stubborn, and he was always right, of course, but he was funny and witty, inspirational, and a loving father. To Scott, his family would say:
We hope you’re free, that you’ve found yourself and can do what you want.
And they’d also like to say thank you to everyone who’s been there for him, to his carers from NFC who were brilliant with him, and to his friends, family and the community who have pulled together to support him and them.
Music: In the air tonight, Phil Collins
Bible Reading: Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd; therefore can I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures and leads me beside still waters.
He shall refresh my soul
and guide me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You spread a table before me in the presence of those who trouble me;
you have anointed my head with oil and my cup shall be full.
Surely goodness and loving mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Psalm 23
Sermon – Memories & Hope
To look back through someone’s life is to see the memories of the times that we shared with them. For those of you who knew Scott, you will have memories that stand out vividly, and other memories that need teasing out – perhaps being reminded at odd moments of the day, or by something that someone else says.
In those memories, you see the character of the person that Scott was. But you also see the relationship that you shared together. And underlying all of that, you see love. When you look back through Scott’s life, you see his love of life, his love of family and his love of friends. And it’s love that connects us to each other, it’s love that makes someone matter to us. And when that love is broken apart when someone dies, it feels like a part of us has been broken with it.
But that love that hurts so much now that it has been broken has left its imprint on you. Scott may not be here physically, but the love that you shared lives on in yourselves. The person that you are has been shaped by the love that you shared with Scott.
So how do we respond when someone dies? Firstly, to acknowledge that the hurt that love brings has no quick fix. It takes time to grieve and to cry, and if we don’t take that time, we haven’t done the work that we need to do. Secondly, we have to find ways to remember. A place, a time, an event will be somewhere where Scott still feels close. Stories will be told to each other. And thirdly, the journey of grief should never be undertaken alone – the pain that love causes can only be healed through the love of others looking after us on that journey.
And through all of that, we hold on to the hope that we have that death is not the end of love, that somewhere there is a place of peace, a place of healing, a place of reunion, safe in God’s arms.
Let us remember Scott.
You know Scott.
Picture him in your mind’s eye.
Remember the sunshine and the rain,
the laughter and the tears,
all that made Scott unique and special,
all that continues to keep him special for you now.
God our Father, we thank you now for all of Scott’s life,
for his span of years and gifts of character.
for every memory of love and joy.
We thank you for his life and for the rest in Christ he now enjoys,
and we thank you for giving him to us.
Now, confident in your promise of eternal life,
give us strength and courage
to leave him in your care,
reunited with his Mum and Dad, Eleanor and Richie,
his Grandparents, and his mate, Terry.
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Lord, we pray for those who mourn,
for Reuben and Lennon, for Paula and Lee,
for all of Scott’s nieces and nephews,
the wider family circle, friends and neighbours.
Be gentle with them in their grief.
Show them the depths of your love,
a glimpse of the kingdom of heaven.
Spare them the torment of guilt and despair.
Be with them as they weep. Amen.
Lord, we do not know whether our days will be many or few.
May we put into each day’s living something of worth and kindness,
integrity, courage and love.
These are the signs of your Spirit at work among us. Amen.
We say the Lord’s Prayer together:
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come; thy will be done;
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory,
for ever and ever. Amen.
Music: Angel, Sarah McLachlan
Into the freedom of wind and sunshine we let you go
Into the dance of the stars and the planets we let you go
Into the wind’s breath and the hands of the Star-maker we let you go
You are loved, you are missed. Those who love you want you to be happy
Go safely, go dancing, go running home.
To love someone is to risk the pain of parting.
Not to love is never to have lived.
The grief which we now experience is the honouring of our love.
Let us now in a quiet moment make our farewell to Scott,
as we commend him to the mercy of God,
our maker and redeemer.
So we send you forth, Scott,
upon your journey from this world:
set free in the love of God the life-giver,
in the compassion of Jesus, who walks with you,
in the power of the Holy Spirit,
who enfolds you and us, here and now.
The Lord is full of compassion and mercy,
slow to anger and of great goodness.
As a parent is tender towards their children,
so is the Lord tender to those that love him.
For he knows of what we are made;
he remembers that we are but dust.
Our days are like the grass;
we flourish like a flower of the field;
when the wind goes over it, it is gone
and its place will know it no more.
But the merciful goodness of the Lord endures for ever and ever
toward those that love him
and his righteousness upon their children’s children.
We have entrusted our brother Scott to God’s mercy,
and we now commit his body to the ground:
earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust:
in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life
through our Lord Jesus Christ,
who will transform our frail bodies
that they may be conformed to his glorious body,
who died, was buried, and rose again for us.
To him be glory for ever. Amen.
May God give you his comfort and his peace,
his light and his joy, in this world and the next;
and the blessing of God almighty,
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
be among you and remain with you always. Amen.
Final music: You’ll never walk alone, Gerry and the Pacemakers