Yesterday, I managed to get on the road at 9.00am: the Big Man Upstairs had laid on a clear but cold day for Martin’s funeral.
A fairly clear run down to the Ace with an arrival there at 11.15am. Most of the ZRXOC boys had already arrived and after a cuppa and a sausage and egg sandwich, I began to thaw out enough to speak. There had been a change of plan: we were now going to meet up with Icey and the London Ambulance Service bikes who were going to escort the funeral cortege to the church, so at 12.00pm we set off from the Ace and parked up at the bottom of Martin’s road.
At about 12.30pm, Martin’s hearse and the other funeral cars came past, led by two of the eight outriders from the London Ambulance Service, all with flashing blue lights. We tagged along behind them and rode slowly to the church, ignoring red lights and junctions as they were taken care of by either the outriders or by police cars and LAS members.
We met up with some more of the ZRXOC lads at the Church as they’d driven directly there.
We’d already decided to stand at the back of the church as a mark of respect, but in the event we didn’t have a choice anyway as the church was packed with family and friends from all walks of life: ‘normal’ people, bikers, patch wearers, ZRXOC bods and a whole host of Martin’s colleagues - yesterday would not have been a good day to be injured in NW London…
We estimated there were something like 400 people in the church.
The ambulance service had a piper playing as the coffin was taken into the church and the mourners came in.The priest opened with some great words: something like
“The ties that bind us in friendship do not unravel with death”
The funeral mass then progressed and was followed by two eulogies; the first on behalf of Martin’s three young sons (Conor, Richard and Carl - please excuse the spellings) which had me welling up as it mentioned what a great Dad Martin was to the boys he clearly idolised; and the second by Martin’s partner in the ambulance service which mentioned our club and the rest of his friends and of course his wife Cathy and the lads. He managed to nearly complete the eulogy without breaking down but at the very end it became too much for him (and indeed looking around he wasn’t the only one in tears). Cathy had also asked for “Wind Beneath My Wings” to be played whose lyrics added to the emotion of the occasion.
The coffin was then taken back out to the hearse, led by the standard bearer and again being piped out to the tune of “Abide With Me”.
The roads of Greenford were then again brought to a standstill as the funeral cortege, again led by LAS outriders, made its way slowly to the cemetary. I think everyone from the church had gone there as the cemetary was packed with mourners and Martin’s colleagues lined the path up to his burial plot.
As we walked up to it, another ZRXOC member joined us.
The priest then took the ceremony and a bugler played the Last Post at the graveside.
There were some awesome floral tributes from his family, friends and colleagues (especially the Kawasaki bike from his colleagues) - some photos here.
We’d been invited back to Cathy’s (his widow) for some refreshments so we made our way there and spent longer than we’d thought there managing to chat to Cathy and Martin’s Mum. Good people. We’d also said we’d go and say hello to the crews at Martin’s station, but as time was drawing on, we headed straight back to the Ace through rush hour traffic to have a beer in his honour. A quick “light bite” - it said, they lied: it was huge - later, we said our goodbyes and headed home in the darkness of the rush hour.
So 240 miles (round trip) later here I sat, occasionally ‘filling up’ as I wrote this and raised another glass to Martin. Like it was said yesterday by many people: he never had a bad word to say about anybody and no-one ever had a bad word to say about him. He’ll be missed.