In Memoriam: David Parselle
Worked for Chase London
David Parselle, who worked for many years in Chase London's Trade Operations area, died on June 6, 2009 in England. A
non-religious memorial service will be held at Hastings Crematorium, The Ridge, Hastings, TN34 2AE at 11 am, July 3, 2009, followed by a gathering at the Playden Oasts Inn, Playden Village, just north of Rye, East Sussex. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be sent to J Perigroes & Son, Funeral Directors, Dixter Road, Northiam, Sussex, TN31 6LB for Macmillan Cancer Relief or Peoples' Dispensary for Sick Animals.
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Paul Edwards writes: I knew David as a colleague for many years at Chase before he and his wife Vera, who pre-deceased him three years ago, befriended me at a difficult time in my life. The friendship was warm, humorous and unconditional. Remembering David, the word that comes foremost to my mind is style, for David possessed it in abundance. There was a grace to his demeanour, and also in his self-deprecating approach to all those he encountered, that attracted people to him and made his company something to relish. His unaffected charm permeated his professional and personal life, and I was privileged to share something of these sides of his life over the years.
David loved opera and theatre; he loved his dogs, his cigars and his MGB GT; the football team he supported and watched from the terraces years ago was Fulham (but then, no-one is perfect). His sense of humour was wonderful. If I could convey here the Blodwen and Dai joke he told I would, but I can’t write the brilliant Welsh accent David would put on.
Since David and Vera moved to Northiam several years ago, pure distance kept us physically apart, but David would occasionally pick up the telephone and call to chat and reminisce. He last did so in February this year, and I am so pleased that he did. I can report that he was in good form and still seeing the funny side, although he missed Vera desperately.
David will, of course, be greatly missed. He was a class act.