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Funeral Service

10th May 2021 1.00PM
Director:Morse Funeral Services
Address:GreenAcres Chiltern, Potkiln Lane, Beaconsfield, HP9 2XB
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Alan Mountford

Alan Mountford

28th Jul 1934 - 25th Apr 2021
86 years
This site is dedicated to the memory of Alan Mountford who died on 25th April 2021. Alan is much loved and will always be remembered. Alan's Funeral Service will take place at 1pm on Monday 10th May in the Woodland Hall at GreenAcres Chiltern, Potkiln Lane, Beaconsfield HP9 2XB. Parking is available within the woodland. Family flowers only please. Donations in memory of Alan are gratefully received to Rennie Grove Hospice Care either via this site or cheques may be sent c/o Morse Funeral Service, 7 Aysgarth Place, Church Road, Iver Heath, SL0 0RE. *Due to Covid-19 restrictions are in place on the number of mourners attending a funeral, the family will be making contact with guests with this in mind. It is also required that a face covering is worn whilst in the Woodland Hall and social distancing is observed.*


Niaouli & Nicholas Wolf
Lots of lovely memories!
Colin Limmiing
A memory of Scouting days in the 2nd Potters Bar and of brother Brnard as well as Alan.
An Engineer, Explorer, Entrepreneur, Politician and expert “Collector” of pretty much everything. Most of all he was our loving Dad!
Nick Mountford
A life well lived.
Jacqueline de Nooy
We are so sorry for your loss. With sincere sympathie.
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Dan, Fay and Luke Hardie
Sending our deepest sympathies as you remember the life of Alan Mountford. May he rest in peace. All our love Dan, Fay and Luke Hardie
Ann Mountford
‘Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!’ Henry Scott Holland Rest in peace now, my lovely lovely friend. Ann Xxx❤️