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IN MEMORIAM
Bryan Noyce
19 November 1941 - 23 September 2023
You are sorely missed and for some of us that loss will never heal
We are sad to announce the passing of Brian Cyril Noyce (“Bryan”), born in Rhayader on 19 November 1941, who died at home surrounded by the love and care of his wife, June and daughter, Claire, on 23 September 2023.
Bryan battled with kidney cancer disease bravely and strongly, but in the end his fight came to an end at home.
RIP Bryan, loving husband, devoted father, and adored grandfather, brother, brother-in-law, uncle, and loyal Friend. You are sorely missed and for some of us that loss will never heal. In honour of you, we have set up this tribute page so people can write their own memories of you and if they wish to, they can also click on the ‘donate’ button’, for fundraising to help others with kidney cancer who are going through what you did.
We would also like to recognise the support of Kidney Cancer UK in its dedicated patient and their families FaceBook group, as well as the care shown by your volunteers, equally Macmillan Cancer Support and Marie Curie Cancer Care have been wonderful and excellent in their support.
Dear Dad,
I am just not sure how life will be without you, but I accept that it is now time for you to be at peace because you have fought like a warrior for many months.
It is hard to believe you are not here; the missing you has barely begun.
We your family have all learned so much from you and hope that we do you justice in being your legacy. I will walk in your light.
Love Claire xxx
When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses. May you inherit
his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn’t.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.
(Shifting the Sun
by Diana Der-Hovanessian)
You left a lifetime of memories with us Bryan, such an amazing man who always kept us smiling and laughing. I couldn’t have asked for a more supportive Father-in-law and an inspirational Grandad who the children adored. You are sorely missed but your stories and memories will be with us forever. Much love, Niall X
Dear Grandad, you left such an impression on me, I will always look up to you as someone who was exceedingly knowledgeable, such as your knowledge of nature and the natural world,you always were willing to share this knowledge with others, and I thank you for that so very much, as nature interests me a great deal, and you started that inspiration. Much love, Clement x
In memory of a dear brother. I wish we could have you back, but in our hearts, forever, you will remain. Fond memories of our childhood together will always be there. Rest in eternal peace. Denise, Phil and family
Although it has been many years since I last saw you, I have fond memories of being a child and coming over to play with Claire, my school friend.
I will always remember your infectious smile, and in my adult days I remember your love of motorcycles,
You always welcomed me into your home.
May thoughts and prayers are with your family. RIP Bryan
Dear Bryan
I always loved when you came to London and helped me with Lydia and Clement when I was looking after them. I remember how amazed they were (and me too!) when you showed them a magic trick with a coin 😌.
You were such a cool person, it was so easy to talk to you.
Rest in peace
With love
Jana x
I am so sorry to hear of your Dad’s death, Claire, and have only taken it in now. I enjoyed meeting him, and know how much you cared for him. You were a loving daughter to him, and I know he would have appreciated that. Strangely, my own father died of kidney cancer. It is not too common. I am sure your Dad will rest in peace. I send you my love Heather
The kindest and most thoughtful Grandad who took such an interest in all aspects of my life and who has taught me so much. I treasure all our memories together and am grateful to always have them with me. Love you always, Lydia (Tuppence) xxxx
Bryan Noyce
My abiding memory of Bryan was the chats that we used to have whilst he was gardening at the front of the house, these used to be about his motor biking and in later times about his daily swimming to keep fit.
The roar and boom boom of his Harley Davidson as he set off down the road for his day out with his motor cycling friends, we always knew when he had safely returned, as you could hear the sound of the Harley as he drove up the road.
Jill’s first memories of Bryan was of Clair & later Richard and our daughter Tania playing in front of our houses, also with Mark and Rachel who were neighbours.
Also, the Queens Silver Jubilee in 1977 when we had a street party in Welford Road, at which both June and Bryan were very much involved. It was a great day.
In later life Bryan swam at Tudor Grange Leisure Centre and I went to an exercise class there and we chatted afterwards in the café.
Bryan was a great neighbour and will certainly be missed.
Roger & Jill Wilson.
My Grandad is, by Sybil,
My Grandad is the bird in the sky that sits on the fence and watches me play,
My Grandad is the motorbike racing by,
My Grandad is the sprinkles on my cake that he called hundreds and thousands,
My Grandad is the one holding my hand and keeping me safe,
My Grandad is up in the sky and having fun on his motorbike.
I miss you and I love you Grandad.
I loved our times together, at your house and in Yorkshire I will keep bird watching and will wonder if any of the birds are you flying free in the sky. I loved staying at your house and playing games with you and loved having sleep overs with you at your house and when I woke up watching Toy Story and C Beebies in bed with you. I hope you are having fun on your motorbike in heaven.
I love you. love from Sybil xxxx
In the past Bryan and I enjoyed going to the motor bike racing and also a few pints of beer down the Pickwick pub.
I met Bryan at a local pub not far from where I live – The Sharmans Cross.
It was a beautiful Spring day; I was making my way to the bar when I heard someone say “There’s a wet floor sign just in front of you can I give you a hand to get round it”? I am blind, so of course I took up this friendly offer…..This was how I met Bryan. He waited for me to get my pint, and we soon struck up a conversation.
He said that he liked my leather jacket – which led to us talking about motorcycles. Then the conversation took off, and on that first day of meeting Bryan, he told me a quote from James Dean, which had a profound effect on me: “Live your dreams as if you will live for ever.” For me that optimizes Bryan, his generosity and optimism and love for life is what I will always remember about him.
Over the years – I’m thinking it was about 17 in all, as his granddaughter Lydia had recently been born, we had many wonderful conversations, some of them hilariously outrageous. I honestly think that there was not much that we didn’t talk about. His love for his family was an inspiration, to me.
It was a joy to know Bryan; and although I hadn’t seen him for a time, I will miss him terribly.
Rest in peace my dear friend.
Love from Carl.
Uncle Bryan was my mum’s big brother; one of the few people she looked up to, and for her, the only ‘real-life’, super cool bloke on the planet (haha). I would hear eagerly relayed tales of those heady, mystical days of the early sixties, and how my Uncle Bryan had fallen in love with my Auntie June, and how he would never rest until he’d won her hand. She was very proud of him, my mum, and I was very proud of him, too. I imagined him as this kind of taller, better-behaved version of Marlon Brando, less shiny and brash, but just as untouchable. I imagined he knew what to do, and how to treat people; and he did know what to do, because he did win Auntie June’s hand. Whenever I would think of the futility of love, Uncle Bryan would calmy walk into my thoughts and trounce that nonsense down; if Uncle Brian and Aunty June could do it, then why couldn’t I, too, one day?
Later on, as I became older, that love that they had would become even more real as I began to understand the world a little bit more, and I would watch the banter, and listen to Auntie June telling it like it was, and watch Uncle Bryan’s face as we stood out by the back door (I was probably smoking, with him telling me It was no good), his eyes moving in response to what was being said behind him, back in the kitchen: “yes, June”, and he’d look across at me, crease his forehead, and suck air in over his teeth. I remember thinking; take all this in. This is the right thing to do. Uncle Brian knows what to do. Sadly, I don’t think I ever got that across, that influence he had, because whenever he would try to reach me, usually when I was in sore need of guidance, I’d be quite distant, of course. Such is life. But the other side of it is that the influence never leaves you, and there’s still time to try my best, and make a difference, even in a small way, because that’s what commitment is; it’s moment to moment and feet on the ground, and staying together through thick and thin.
RIP uncle Bryan. I’ll think of the smile that the sound of your bike pulling up at Dinmore would bring to my mother’s face, and the smiles that you would share together, as I remember your life well lived. Stay cool up there, both of you xx
We have lived opposite Bryan & June for 27 years now. Bran was always keen to ask me how Janet was doing ? Which was greatly appreciated as she battles with MS . However a lasting memory will be Bryan firing up the Harley getting it ready to go on one of the rides he enjoyed so much. Rest in peace & continue to enjoy your bike rides in the sky. Love Janet & Graham
Bryan a true gentleman, a dedicated & loving husband to my sister, June, a wonderful dad & grand dad .
If you needed a helping hand Bryan would always oblige. I’m grateful for all your help over the years & I am proud & lucky to have you as my brother in law. RIP Bryan
My Uncle was kind. He loved unconditionally. He was the kind of person who dedicated himself to the people he cared for, and I loved him for that. My best memory of Bryan was at a big family Christmas dinner many years ago:
Christmas dinner (By Meg Fear)
I remember,
years ago, being sat
around the big
wooden dining table.
Everyone wearing paper hats,
hands and arms
ducked above and under
to pull apart the
Christmas crackers.
I remember,
tugging hard with tiny arms,
and hearing the pop.
A little, metal, slinky
fell onto the table
and I held the winning end.
You let me win,
but I felt strong with
my twisty metal trophy.
I remember,
you.
Rest in peace, Uncle.
We have lived next door to Bryan and June for over 34 years. He had a passion for riding his motorbikes and working and sitting in the garden. Always had a smile on his face when I popped round my curries,Indian snacks including somosas,and of course all the cakes I made. RIP Bryan. 🙏🏼
Kanti and Rashmita
In memory of Bryan, who welcomed me into his family. Passionate and knowledgeable about many subjects including nature and motorbikes, he also was a loving and inspirational grandfather. Rest in peace Bryan.
François
Bryan was a true gentleman who i first met before he married June i was bridesmaid for them and over the years at family events I have always enjoyed his company and sense of humour a quiet man who loved his family RIP Bryan x
In loving memory Bryan , You will be so sadly missed , Love your brother Chris & family xxx
To remember Bryan (Uncle pong!) for his infectious smile happily gardening away. Mark and I would always ask him what he was doing then he would play us up and walk off grinning!!
Reminiscing on the times he used to clean the pond out with all the rotten oaks leaves in, thats where the pong came from!
We had the best days growing up next-door to Bryan and the family will always bring a smile to our thoughts. Rip Bryan xx
I met Bryan a few years ago in the cafe at Tudor Grange fitness centre, such a nice guy we got on straight away, we also had the same passion for Harley motorcycles and then had many rides together. He joined our group of Harley bikers and I know I can safely say that all the blokes in the group were saddened to hear of Bryan’s passing, they all commented that he was such a nice guy.
You will be missed Bryan and my thoughts will be with you when I’m out riding the Harley.
Rest in Peace Bryan.
Simon.
We met June and Bryan only this year in April when Bryan and my husband Terry were in the QE Hospital Birmingham. They were both on the same ward. My husband sadly passed away in May from Prostate Cancer. Although only together through illness and for a very short time they enjoyed each others company because they had so much in common. Terry loved to listen to Bryan talk about motorbikes, gardening and cricket and during the endless nights when they could not sleep they enjoyed deep and meaningful conversations and putting the World to rights. Bryan also talked about his loving family and his beloved wife June. He was so very proud of his family. A true gentleman with a huge caring nature and heart. An absolute pleasure to have met you albeit for such short time. Rest in peace and God Bless Bryan x
I knew of Bryan initially as Junes husband. I met June when attending Sizewise and a few of us who didn’t know each other before, used to have a tea or coffee afterwards and sit chatting.
From those classes we became friends and are fortunate enough to still have that friendship. Lucky us. When the Sizewise classes ended we continued to meet up for tea or coffee at the Pumphouse in Shirley! I first met Bryan on one of those days.
I would also pop into the Pumphouse and have a cup of coffee on my own occasionally. It was during one of those times I sometimes bumped into Bryan. We would often have a chat while I was en route to or from the bar. Set the world to right! Bryan wasn’t just June’s husband he became a real person. It was obvious he loved his wife and family very much and was very proud of all of them.
Your suffering has now ended Bryan. May you rest in peace x
I remember Bryan riding a moped to Rhayader to visit his grandfather, aunt Haulwyn and family. He was a favourite of Haulwyn’s as she helped Gwen look after him during the war.
Later on he rode his beautiful Royal Enfield across from Birmingham and then a bit later brought June to visit.
I was delighted to meet up with Bryan and June just a few years ago after many years of lost contact.
Our very best wishes to June and family at this sad time.
From the Bates family in Rhayader and Scotland
Bryan was a great favourite of my mother Haulwyn, hisaunt.
I can remember Bryan riding a moped to Rhayader to see his grandfather, aunts, uncles and cousins in Rhayader.
Just a few years ago I was lucky to meet Bryan and June again after many years.
Best wishes to June and family in this sad time
Geoff
I didn’t just class Brian as a brother-in-law, but also a friend as we shared the love of motorbikes especially British superbikes and the TT. Brian was always there when I needed help which was quite a lot. We would have a pint together in a few pubs which didn’t go down too well with my big Sis. I will always miss you, rest in peace and keep riding.