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Thankfulness and Tributes for Rita

Welcome! Here are some precious memories and tributes to Rita Margaret Christy: part of our family and our friend.

Please click on the links below to take you to some very special remembrances of a daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, nannie, great grandma, a much loved friend and sister-in-Christ. 

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Links to Live Stream of both services for Rita:

Here is a link to join us for the Committal Service for Rita, at 11:30am (GMT) on Monday 3rd July 2023, from Streetly Crematorium. It will remain viewable after the service for 2 months via the same link and log-in code.

The link is:  https://funeralvideo.co.uk/rita-margaret-christy/

The password is: CH2023

Here is a link to join us for the Thanksgiving Service for Rita, at 12:30am (GMT) on Monday 3rd July 2023, from Sutton Coldfield Baptist Church. we will upload it to this page as soon as possible. 

The link is: https://youtube.com/live/n6TSRCGJdvc?feature=share

Thank you to all involved in making this possible.

Order of Service:  You can download a pdf of the Order of Service here: Order of Service

Celebrating Rita’s 90th birthday. Here are stories and greetings from her family. She loved seeing and hearing from everyone:

 

 

This was recorded by Samantha to celebrate the life of Emily, a close friend of our granddaughter who was just three years old when she left us. Samantha and David want to share this with you with Rita in heart and mind. May it bring comfort and hope.

 

With loving thoughts, remembering Rita, from her dear sister-in-law, Sue Christy:

Wisdom from flowers’ written by Kathleen Partridge

The snowdrops have died on the bank by the river, 

but as they were fading the crocuses grew. 

I remember the scene bright with yellow and mauve, 

when it seemed but a day since the white held the view. 

And just as I mourned that the crocus was over, 

the tips of the hyacinth broke through the bed, 

followed by others in waxen perfection 

but now there are daffodils dancing instead. 

I no longer sigh for the loss of a flower, 

but look with expectancy into the grass. 

God takes with one hand and gives with another. 

Will there be tulips next time I pass?