David Cedric Garrod (7 Mar 1937 - 12 Apr 2026)

Fond memories of visiting uncle David, Paul & Mark

In loving memory of my brother David. He did love the birds and wildlife!
Sent with love Sylvia & Bob

We are sending love from America - David was a very special big brother to me growing up, and I will always cherish the memories we shared. David learned to garden from our father Cyril, and carried on Dad's love of nature and connecting with the land. When he was working at the ICI and I was working at Suffolk Iron Foundry, we would bike home at midday for lunch made by our mother - it was nice to have this time together. David and our brother John built a go-cart, and I remember us hurtling down the driveway, across the road toward the vicarage - that was fun! There were so many childhood memories with my brothers and sisters. My husband Bob connected with David as a friend and fellow business owner, and we always looked forward to catching up with him and Mary on our visits home to Stowupland. We wish we were there with you all, with love from Sylvia and Bob, Rebecca and Phil (and Beatrice and Bridget), and David and Deanna.

Fondly remembering brother David, Joyce & John

Sadly, I am unable to attend the funeral in person, something that brings me great regret. Distance and circumstances make it impossible, but my thoughts will be there with the family as we say goodbye to my father.

There are sorrows in life that words can barely touch, and the passing of my father brings with it not only grief, but also the quiet weight of lost years. Time passed between us in silence — years without conversation, without shared moments, without my children truly knowing the man who was their grandfather. Those years can never be reclaimed, and that is perhaps the deepest sadness of all.

Life moves forward whether we are ready or not, and sometimes pride, distance, misunderstanding, or simply the passing of time build walls that become harder and harder to cross. Now, with his passing, I find myself mourning not only the father I lost, but also the memories we never made, the words left unsaid, and the connection that faded too soon.

Despite everything, he remained part of my story, and his absence leaves a space that cannot easily be filled. I will always regret that my children were unable to have the chance to know him better, to hear his stories, to laugh with him, and to carry more of him with them through life.

In the end, death has a way of reminding us how fragile and brief our time truly is. Whatever stood between us now seems so small beside the years we lost. I hope he has found peace, and I hope, in time, those left behind can also find some measure of it.

♥️

In memory of Uncle David

Sending our love and strength dear Mary Bridgette Ben Helen Charlie & Molly. X❤️

We will always treasure memories of time spent with you and Mary at your villa in Spain, fly high dear David x❤️