Memory of Life
In loving memory of those who have touched our lives, we invite you to create a cherished space where their memories can live on. Share a beautiful picture of your loved one and write a heartfelt memoriam that reflects the love and joy they brought into your life. Together, let us celebrate their spirit and keep their memory alive in our hearts.
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Linda Craig Guichard was Harvie
My loving mother, originally from Bromley, was a deeply selfless woman who always put others first. In Egham, she raised her five children—Mark, Julie, Adam, Timothy (Tim), and Paul—always ensuring they were fed, even if she went without. She also opened her home to care for her brother with severe learning difficulties.
Her final act was a true reflection of her life. After delivering a Christmas turkey to her other brother, she was in a car accident on the way home and passed away a few days later, having spent her final moments, like so much of her life, in an act of giving.
Know by many, Loved by all.
Archibald Scott Cunningham
Archibald Scott Cunningham, a Son, A brother, A Husband, a Father, a Grandfather, an Uncle. He was many things to many people, he was my Dad, but most of all my Best Friend.
Known by many, loved by all.
Growing up under Dads guidance was to be fair a mixed bag, you could say a love hate relationship, I loved him but hated his belt!
He taught me to climb the Ochils in a pair of shorts and sand shoes while pro climbers went by with all the survival gear going. The shorts usually had no backside in them and the sand shoes had more holes in the soles than a string vest, but that didn't matter to me.
He taught to navigate the Ochils using his best method, "follow your nose,' and where the best swimming spots were, freezing cold mountain water in which I would skinny dip for hours with friends during school holidays, water which even the hardest of adults would venture in, 1 didn't care I was having fun.
He showed me how to sledge down the Ochils on a tin tray, as apparently it was faster, steering was more a case of a wing and prayer.
When I was good he was the best Dad ever, when I screwed up he was "Ming the Merciless" with the buckle end of a belt.
As a Teen I escaped the dreaded acne, sadly it made Roys lifie hell.
As a Teen I made Dads life hell, battling my own demons, while battling Teenager hormones, I was in his eyes a dreaded nightmare child.
Everything changed when I joined the Army, as he put it "my Boy became a Man."
The door opened for my Brother to build a relationship with Dad which he would treasure.
As an adult and living in my own home, Dad was able to switch his concentration back on to the love of his life, Mum, they would be together for 72 years.
He would use his retirement to take Mum on trips all over the world.
of the Manor, and Mum his Lady." Cruise ship voyages where he would live the high life at the captain's table, Dad would be the "Lord
He would bring Mum to visit me as often as they could while I was serving overseas.
This is where "Archies Bar" was born.
On one trip to Germany, he and Mum joined me in the Warrant Officers and Sgts Mess, where Dad invented a new drink, Asbach Brandy and Coke, that's a pint of it, not a glass!
As far as i know it's still a popular drink today.
As I left the Army and joined the Police, Dad was ever proud of my growing collection of medals and was delighted when I wore them in service dress.
While serving as a Police Officer, Dad got to know my partner and future husband Paul.
The pair of them would become "thick as thieves" and Dad would look at Paul as his other son.
He never judged us for being in a relationship, in fact it never crossed his mind.
He was proud to go out as a threesome dressed in our kilts, for a drink at our local bar, or Remembrance Parades.
As I reached retirement and was struck down with a terrible life changing illness, which would seriously affect my mobility, Dad became my rock, and would support me on the phone often for hours.
Once Paul and I moved back to Scotland on my retirement, we were able to offer the support and help to Mum and Dad as best we could, the dreaded Cancer had been found.
2022, would be the final year I would spend with Dad, as 2023 would barely start before he was taken from us.
His true character would shine through right to the very end,
He fought bravely to the very end, putting the feelings and fears of everyone else before himself.
He never complained, nor spoke ill of those that would care for him.
He was an honourable man, selfless to the end, and passed the way he lived, with dignity and respect.
It was a privilege to know him, as a family we will miss him terribly, as he leaves a void that no one can fill.
Rest peacefully Dad, we love you very much.
One day we will ll meet up again at the new "Archies Bar."
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