Dear Brian we wish you more and more with each year, knowing your journey is long as you travel through to a wonderful painfree light. Our thoughts are woth you and yours with us. Finn and I keep praying for you and your grandchild Adomas too. Thank you for your deep love to us. We shall all meet one day. ❤️🙏

We remember our beloved dad, father , grandfather and husband with much love and affection. A man full of knowledge and sensible thoughts and opinions. We miss you a lot each day. Hope you resting in God s care and out of pain and able to follow us in your spirit. With much love and prayers Adomas, Finn and Charlotte 🙏❤️🌹🙏

Rest in peace comrade. Your were man admired by many, who we can all aspire to be like and few will attain your compassion and kindness. https://www.facebook.com/groups/ThankyouDaventry/?ref=share

Always remember going around to Finns when I was as kid and they were living at the headlands, and we'd come down to breakfast in the morning and Brian cooked us a fry up and sat in his chair and read the Guardian, passing on occasional knowledgeable nuggets. Good memories! All my love and condolences, Nick Vaughan

I first met Brian and Charlotte the summer of 2003. It was my first trip to England. Peter was driving me all over. We made an impromptu visit to Daventry. Charlotte and Brian welcomed us into their home. We spent awhile discussing world events and our travels. Brian genuinely wanted to know my thoughts and views. So I shall remember him most for stimulating conversations! ~ Sarah

I had completely forgotten that Brian had used to smoke a pipe at all! I am sure it is one of the reasons I always liked the smell of tobacco smoke: it reminded me of my wildly debating, highly opinionated uncles talking into the small hours. And, yes, whiskey was as important an ingredient as the politics. But I also remember building a snowman with Brian and Finn as a tiny boy; Pat having taken Tracey and I up to Daventry for a visit: the five of us knee-deep in snow...and us returning frozen but grinning to Charlotte, who warmed us and fed us with kindness. But the talking is what abides; and Brian's voice, with its change of cadence when he really was emphasising a point, is what lingers in my memory the most. It reminds me there is still work to do. We will try to make the world a fairer place, Uncle Brian. God rest you now. Andrea and Tracey xxx

One of my abiding childhood memories is the great debates that used to take place between my uncles whenever there was a family get together. These were always late at night, usually political and involved putting the world to rights. I can picture Brian at the centre of the debate with a glass of whiskey in one hand, his pipe in the other and a warm smile on his face. R. I. P. Brian - sadly missed.

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Brian Roderick. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.