This memorial website was created in memory of Barry Dodds, 71, born on September 6, 1944 and passed away on April 9, 2016.

We held Cremation and Thanksgiving Services on Tuesday 3 May in at Hawkinge and in St Leonard's Church in Hythe, Kent. The Thanksgiving Service was attended by over 200 family and friends.

"We’ll hold you in our hearts forever, we love you, we'll miss you."

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On Barry’s Birthday 6/9/2018

Shared by Valerie Dodds on September 6, 2018

I went to lay flowers at Barry’s Memorial at Hawkinge Crematorium today - Barry’s Birthday.

While leaving the flowers I could hear being played from the Chapel, Frank Sinatra singing ‘My Way’. The  Song that was played as we were leaving the Chapel at Barry’s funeral. 

And as always when I am visiting Barry’s Memorial a little plane flew overhead.

Barry Page Boy with His brother David in 1949

Shared by Valerie Dodds on May 15, 2018

In 1949 Barry and his brother David were page boys for Lily and Cyril Reader. Barry’s Mother Frances was Lily’s Cousin. Barry and his family spent wonderful holidays with Lily and Cyril at Stablehurst where Cyril worked on a farm. Barry loved the time he spent on the farm. Barry always wanted his own farm.

After leaving the farm to live at Darenth, Barry spent a lot of fun time in the company of Lily and Cyril at his parents home in Avery Hill Road.

Cyril died on the 9th April 2018. The same date as Barry but 2 years later - 9th April 2016.

3rd May 2017

Shared by Valerie Dodds on May 3, 2017

        The rose beyond the wall - A. L. Frink

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,

Budded and blossomed in God's free light,

Watered and fed by the morning dew,

Shedding it's sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,

Slowly rising to loftier height,

It came to a crevice in the wall

Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength

With never a thought of fear or pride,

It followed the light through the crevice's length

And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view

Were found the same as they were before,

And it lost itself in beauties new,

Breathing it's fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve

And make our courage faint and fall?

Nay! Let us faith and hope receive--

The rose still grows beyond the wall,

Scattering fragrance far and wide

Just as it did in days of yore,

Just as it did on the other side,

Just as it will forever-more.