Crossing the Bar BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. Rest in Peace Uncle Eddie

Shoobridge Funeral Services have dedicated this eternal online memorial to Edmund and we hope that you receive a positive experience developing the site. We would also like to think that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration to you, your family and personal friends to visit whenever you find the need.

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was. All, is well.