Author: Patty Beecham

  • Remembering Daniel Morcombe

    Build strength in Tibrogargan: Grasp the earths core and call out to ancient spirits; Fly home to mums loving arms and your fathers heart. For eight years you’ve slept and dreamed of home, Now is the time. Your time to shout and be heard. Call out! Be known, and rest…

  • Bruce Buckham Funeral Highlights

    The Celebration of Bruce Buckham’s Life, with RAAF Guard of Honour. I had the pleasure of filming Bruce Buckham’s large funeral last week, and here is the short version of it. The family assured me it would spectacular, and it was. Bruce was a war hero, pilot and highly decorated.…

  • Patty Beecham Productions – Showreel

    Helping you celebrate your life and milestones!

  • Franco’s Funeral

    I’ve just finished editing a beautiful funeral; it was a small, intimate gathering of 40 for an old, much-adored, rascally Italian chef, who managed to produced a couple of families and leave a roomful of laughter and tears behind. The Service was performed by his own family, no celebrant or…

  • A mourning of winter sun.

    It’s been two years today since I found him, lying with his face to the sun. He was still warm, probably from the streaming yellow winter sunshine filling his bedroom with a golden light. He wore grey trousers and a Singlet with an unbuttoned shirt over it. On his feet…

  • Letting Go…Signs of Passing

    Have you had any personal experiences of your Loved Ones passing over? Would you be prepared to share them with us? At a time of grief many of us are sensitive to the other world, and perhaps we see into things too much, or perhaps they are really there. Perhaps…

  • Easter in the Barossa

    We wanted some family time together, so spent five glorious days in Adelaide and the beautiful Barossa. Wonderful to see the autumn leaves and changing seasons. Thanks to eveyone for making us all feel so welcome. You might like to follow these people on Twitter: Awesome tweets/wine/knowledge @Barossadirt @BizEez @KarraYertaWines…

  • Today arrives. Funeral day.

    They touch her head when they hug her, rubbing her short cropped hair with their stubby men’s fingers. They hug with such intimacy and emotion that I feel like an intruder, watching. Eventually they release their hold, pull apart and look each other straight in the eye, and repeat the…

  • When tomorrow comes…

    Tomorrow I am going to help my old school friend bury her husband. After decades of pain and depression, he finally ended it all with a brand new white rope. She found him. She has asked me to bring my video camera to record the Service, as she explains: “Patty,…

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