JOHN ROY CHAMPLIN

1952-2002

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John Roy Champlin died on March 15, 2002 from Toxic Shock Syndrome as a result of a blood
infection with the  Group A Strep bacteria. He was sick only 3 days when he died. This is the
same bacteria that causes strep throat, and death from it is rare.

Please visit

http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/dbmd/diseaseinfo/groupastreptococcal_g.htm

for more information on Group A Strep.

 

 

Please use the "Guestbook" below to send comments to John's family, and to share your memories of John.

 

 

JOHN ROY CHAMPLIN EULOGY

(also included in Funeral Ritual below)

By Lori-Ann D’Antonio

 

He was a man of honor, and loyalty and integrity.

He never shrank from a challenge or a responsibility.

He overcame a hard life to bring joy to others.

He touched the lives of countless people through his work and hobbies.

He was always willing to help others in times of need.

He believed in being “prepared” for anything, but was he prepared to meet his Gods face to face?

To transcend the bounds of earthly life and join his ancestors?

To live in our hearts instead of physically among us?

 His legacy is not just the child he fathered, or the children he raised, but the way he taught us all what honor and commitment mean.

And now his death teaches us one more thing: “Live each day to the fullest, for it may be your last.”

 

 

 

 

 

John at work at
 DCMA - Boston

 

 

 

 

 

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Obituary below from the Warwick (RI)
Beacon newspaper, March 21, 2002

 

Dancing with Lori-Ann at a wedding,
New Year's Eve 2002

       

With Bridget (then 4) in July 2001

 

 

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Second Eulogy
by Elliot Kay Shorter

          John Roy Champlin Mystic, Mason, Mithraic, Pagan.  In the Society for Creative Anachronisn (SCA) he was Ianos, a member of a Roman Region at the end of the Empire that was an aspect of his Mithraic beliefs.  In Pagan Circles he was feared, hated, and respected for his understanding that Pagans were not kinder or gentler than Christians and for his espousal of technology in magic.

He suffered not fools and the world’s penchant for foolishness and stupidity depressed him. Among the local SCA group he was among the coterie of “Resident Mad Scientists”, those folk with a vision askew from the rest of us, whose speech was often as a foreign tongue. I was often surprised I was able to follow.

A science fiction fan. A collector of games.  He was helpful. He was stubborn. He was aggravating. He was impossible. He was John, and now there is another hole in my life that can never be filled.

 

 

July, 1997: With "Grampy John"
Champlin holding six-month old
Bridget. Charlie is seated
beside their dad.

 

 

Last formal family photo, October 1999. Front Row L-R: Bridget & Nicole. Middle Row L-R: Margaret & Lori-Ann. Back row: John Roy

 

 

Funeral Ceremony

By Audrey Jackson, Pagan Priestess



In Fond Memory
John Roy




Light Incense - Spirit

"We are here now to comfort one another in this time of sorrow. It is a time of mourning but also of rebirth. For every ending, brings a new beginning.

Even in this time of sadness we know that John Roy will be watching over us. His spirit will live on and a wait to rejoin his loved ones.

I call upon all present to lend each other your hearts. This is a time to comfort one another with memories of joy. The Happiness that John Roy brought to each of you is the memories to keep him in your heart.

Now I will create a sacred space to honor John Roy. This space allows us the safety to share our memories and love."



Walk to North - cast circle

1x "I conjure thee, O circle of power, that thou beest a meeting place of truth and love and joy;

2x A shield against all wickedness and evil;
A boundary between the worlds of men and the realms of the mighty ones;

3x A rampart of protection that shall preserve and contain the energy that we shall raise within thee; In the name of the Great Mother and Mithras.
So Mote it Be!"

(Walk to the altar and replace sword.)




At North -- "Spirits of the north. Grant safe passage to the soul of John Roy as he travels the path to the spirit worlds now."
Blessed be!

At East -- "Spirits of the east. Grant safe passage to the soul of John Roy as he travels the path to the spirit worlds now."
Blessed be!

At South -- "Spirits of the south. Grant safe passage to the soul of John Roy as he travels the path to the spirit worlds now."
Blessed be!


At West -- "Spirits of the west. Grant safe passage to the soul of John Roy as he travels the path to the spirit worlds now."
Blessed be!



Hps - Holds wand in Goddess position

Hp-- Reads invocation

"We call upon the
Great Mother and Mithras
Come to us,
Out of the night
on Owl's wings.
Come, by the screeching wind.
Come, by the cleansing fire.
Come, by the absorbing water.
Come, by the restful earth.
Come, by the Spirit that waits.
Come to your people.
Be with us now.

Hp - "Merry Meet and Blessed Be!"



(Hold up larger white candle)

"I light this candle to help John Roy's spirit cross. Take with you love and blessings of those you leave behind as your path carries onward.

May your steps be sure,
May your path be clear,
May your way be lighted
By the love of the ancestors,
Till you reach your destination
In the Summerlands.

There you may rest and refresh yourself;
Till renewed, you are ready to come again to live upon our beautiful mother earth.

And may we all meet,
And know, and remember,
And love one another again,
When that happy day shall come."
(light candle)

Merry meet, and Merry part to merry meet again. Blessed Be.



"Now I read to you the words of Lori-Ann in memory of her spouse."
John Roy
He was a man of honor, and loyalty and integrity.
He never shrank from a challenge or a responsibility.

He overcame a hard life to bring joy to others.
He touched the lives of countless people through his work and hobbies.
He was always willing to help others in times of need.

He believed in being "prepared" for anything, but was he prepared to meet his Gods face to face?
To transcend the bounds of earthly life and join his ancestors.
To live in our hearts instead of physically among us.

His legacy is not just the child he fathered,
or the children he raised,
but the way he
taught us all what honor and
commitment mean.
And now his death teaches us one more thing: "Live each day to the fullest,
for it may be your last."



"I invite each of you to take a candle in memory of John Roy. You may share with us your thoughts and memories of John Roy or take your candle with a silent prayer. "

"I ask each of you to bring your candles home and light them. Allow the candle to burn until it is gone to send your blessings with John Roy."

(once everyone has had a chance to speak I begin again)




With in the well

More then water
To refresh
Is contained
within the well

To be discovered
In the depths
Are mysteries
Within the well

The spirit of
A Lady dwells
And there protects
Within the well

A nymph, a sylph
A sweet undine
A Goddess Muse
Within the well"

From A bard's book of Pagan songs
By Hugin the Bard



"I ask you to allow me to remove the sacred space so we may conclude this portion of the ceremony."

"Thank you Great mother and Mithras for guiding John Roy to the Summerlands. Merry meet, to Merry part and merry meet again."


Release Quarters-
W/S/E/N

"Great Spirit of the ______, we thank you for your presence in this ceremony. We ask that you return from whence you came guiding John Roy along the way.
So mote it be"

Open circle (walk widdershins)
Hps- - "This circle is open but never broken. May the blessings of the Great Mother and Mithras and the memory of John Roy remain in your hearts and minds forever"
So Mote it Be


Grave site ceremony

(Once casket is carried to grave I speak)

"May the Great Mother and Mithras
bless John Roy as they watch over him
and comfort him, as we commit your
body to the ground and gift the summerlands
with your blessed spirit.

earth to earth;
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust

May each of you always remember John Roy
And forever keep his spirit in your hearts.
Blessed Be"




"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on the snow.

I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die. "
poem: Mary Frye (1942)