Spent many years curling with Fred, but what I remember & cherish  most was our conversations we had when we car pooled to the rink. He gave freely of his time, allowing us to better enjoy our curling.
Gary Mcconnell 

Rozalind and Family,
May your many loving memories of Fred give you comfort now and in the days to come.   I have many fond memories of Fred from when he worked Provincial and Federal Elections as part of my staff.   Even when Fred retired from working Elections he would still drop by for a visit to the Durham Returning Office.   Fred always had a smile on his face and enjoyed a good chat.     Fred will remain with us always through the beautiful memories he left each of us.     My prayers and thoughts are with you.
Ralph Werry

Rozalind and Family,
May your loving memories give you comfort now and in the days to come.   I have many fond memories of Fred from earlier Election Days  when he worked Provincial and Federal Elections as part of my staff. When Fred retired working Elections he would drop by the Returning Office  just to say hello to the Durham Team.   Fred will remain with us within our hearts through the beautiful memories he left each of us.   My prayers and thoughts are with you.
Ralph Werry

Hi Roz - Joan here - remembering all the good times we had at your house and in your backyard many years ago when the cousins were young - you were both great hosts - I cannot imagine how heartbreaking it would be to lose a beloved spouse - thinking of you from Florida - love Dave and Joan Nicholas


Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Fred was such a lovely man and a valued friend. He will be sorely missed by our community of faith and those of us who knew and respected him these many years.  Fred was the Scout Master at Courtice for many years and my son as a member of his troop admired and respected him greatly. Rest in Peace Friend. My deepest condolences to Ros and his family.  Blessings, Pat Long
  

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Frederick James Bull

4 March, 1940 – 11 January, 2023

Courtice Funeral Chapel

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