Roger Pugh

Roger Pugh

December 25, 1942 - May 17, 2014

Dear Friends,

Roger Pugh, a member of the Fellowship of Friends, completed his task on the afternoon of Saturday May 17, 2014. Roger was seventy-one years old.

Roger joined the Fellowship in the London Center, in August of 1990; and later moved to Apollo, where he lived until the present.

On behalf of all who knew you, we thank thee.

The Elysian Society

After life’s fitful fever, he sleeps well;
Nothing can touch him further.

Shakespeare

 

 

 

  1. Alain Cabrera June 13, 2015 at 8:23 am

    He always remained a friend. I will always remember his voice.

  2. Conrad May 24, 2014 at 4:53 am

    Dear Roger, thank you for the light burning in your calm presence, on our walks in the English countryside.
    Last summer Roger showed me his water colours, full of his love of nature.
    I am sorry to have heard his news like this.
    “Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”
    ― Dylan Thomas

  3. Trevor Pugh May 24, 2014 at 1:57 am

    The Welsh mountains and streams will always remind me of special times with my dear brother.

    With love

    Trevor

  4. James Pugh May 23, 2014 at 2:55 pm

    He was a loving, kind and gentle father, the best dad in the world. He will always live on in our hearts and memories. We know he is not suffering anymore. Rest in Peace dad.
    Our love always.

    Rebecca and James

  5. Stefania Colombo May 23, 2014 at 2:09 am

    Dear Roger,
    living with You and Hellen at Dennis House, will be a memory that will stay with me forever.

  6. Lidia Schulten-Valdizon May 22, 2014 at 9:27 pm

    On Death

    Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of death.

    And he said:

    You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.

    In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

    Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor. Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

    For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

    Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

    The Prophet
    Kahlil Gibran

  7. Eliza Tudor May 20, 2014 at 1:06 pm

    Roger was gentle and his gaze was steady. He had humour in his eyes and much compassion. For me he was a perfect example of a fourth way student – the embodiment of humility, an invisible worker, extremely perceptive. He will be missed.

  8. Benjamin Yudin May 20, 2014 at 11:37 am

    Many of us have experienced moments in our lives when Roger’s fate could have been our own.

    We value and salute his noble efforts over the years.

  9. Mario Flores May 20, 2014 at 9:40 am

    I worked very close to him for a year in the maintenance octave. We also lived in the same house for several months. One thing that I always admired in him was that I never saw him expressing negative emotions to anyone. Always positive and centered. He did not take much space, was a quiet person but I could tell he was consistently inconspicuously conscious. My love to him, wherever he is.

  10. Andreea Federspiel-Otelea May 20, 2014 at 9:35 am

    Dear Roger ,
    I am realy sorry that you had to pay so bitter for something that you wanted so much . May you find peace . Blessings .

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