We celebrated Liz Greatorex’s life, and prayed for her, at a Requiem Mass at Church on Thursday evening, 23rd January. Liz was brought up in Victoria Park, and worshipped at St Chrysostom’s, where she also served on the Church Council and in other ways too. Here is an extract from the address given at the Requiem Mass, by Paul Pritchard.
Liz had been a member of this church since childhood and I know there are some here this evening who knew her as a member of this congregation in her youth. The church was important to her and had a significance that transcended her regular worship here, it was a place that had been significant to her Mother who had arranged the flowers, a role continued by her father following her Mother’s death and I know that Liz was pleased to see that her mother was featured in a book written by Father Ian last year about the people of St Chrysostom’s.
What Liz brought to this place, as she brought to her place of work was a welcoming smile and a warmth that made people, new and established, feel at home.
Liz touched me in this way in both of these places. I first met her at the Priory when I moved to work there in the summer of 2011, she was one of the first people I met. Each morning she greeted me with a cheery “morning leader’ as I went into the dining room to make my tea and I know she was the same with everyone.
On Christmas Eve 2012, I came for the first time to Mass here, Mark & I sat as the custom at that service, in the choir stalls. I remember sitting down and bowing my head to pray for a few moments and when I raised my head again, I thought I know that head of black hair sitting in front of me and there was Liz.
I pondered over Christmas on this encounter and then one evening in the new year I spoke to Liz in the post room at work and told her how I didn’t want to intrude on her home life and I would be more than happy to find another church; she couldn’t have been more encouraging and I knew from that moment that St C’s would be my spiritual home as it was hers.
Whether Liz was here worshiping, welcoming, reading or making the tea; or at work at the hospital; she was a presence that always engendered a sense of calm, warmth and welcome. She was a friend to many and we will miss her and these gifts so freely given.
The candle stands here in church were given by Liz and her family in remembrance of her parents and on a daily basis people light candles as a means of prayer, often I am sure in remembrance. Maybe do that this evening yourselves for Liz.
Liz was a woman of faith, a faithful communicant here in this place and until her illness a regular attender.
Father God, we thank you for Liz’s mortal life. Eternal rest grant to her Lord and may perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace and rise in glory. Amen.