Parmjit 'Barry' Singh Bariana

April  23rd, 1964 December  30th, 2024
Telford
Parmjit 'Barry' Singh Bariana

Guided by courage, loyalty, and respect—values that shaped a life well-lived.

Celebrating Barry

Thank you for joining us in celebrating the life of Jit, affectionately known as Barry. Barry was a husband, father, brother, cousin, uncle, colleague, and friend—a man whose impact transcended titles and whose presence made every moment brighter.

Born Parmjit Singh Bariana on April 23 1964, Barry was the youngest child of Pakhar Singh Bariana and Sawaram Kaur. He grew up in a lively household of eight children, raised by the love and guidance of his big sisters Kashmir and Kesh and big brother Santosh. From an early age, Barry embodied resilience, loyalty, and a deep sense of brotherhood—qualities that became the cornerstone of his character. Encouraged by Santosh, Barry joined the Royal Navy at 16, embarking on a journey that would shape the man he'd become.

As a Marine Engineer and Mechanic, Barry travelled the world, living by the Navy’s guiding principles: courage, commitment, discipline, respect, integrity, and loyalty. These values became his moral compass, influencing everything he did. Whether rescuing a crewmate or forging lifelong friendships, Barry exemplified the camaraderie and dedication of the Naval brotherhood.

After leaving the Navy, Barry carried the same work ethic into countless roles, always with an unwavering commitment to family and friends. His pride in providing for his loved ones, his knack for fixing anything, and his steadfast loyalty left a lasting impression.

Barry’s personal life was filled with love and laughter. With Nicky, he built a life rooted in partnership and joy, culminating in their wedding on June 28 2024—a celebration of their 17 years together. For Barry, family was everything. Whether cherishing his bond with Amy or spending time with his beloved dogs, Barry brought his big heart and infectious humour to every relationship.

Words from Amy
I have a treasure trove of memories with Barry. His personality filled every room—boisterous, cheeky, and full of life. Barry didn’t just walk into a room; he became its centre, and we were all the better for it.

Barry’s wit and generosity were unmatched. He had a knack for turning ordinary moments into unforgettable memories. One Christmas, after teasing Mum about replacing her broken vacuum cleaner, he presented her with a heavy, wrapped box. Inside? A broom with a cord taped to it. Barry and I roared with laughter, and even Mum couldn’t help but smile. That was Barry—always finding ways to make us laugh, even as he teased us mercilessly.

But beyond his humour, Barry was a man of unwavering support. He was my stepdad in name, but he was my dad in every way that mattered. He packed me up for university, encouraged me to stick it out when I was studying abroad and ready to give up, and stood proudly by my side at my graduation. His love gave me strength, and I never doubted his faith in me.

Through Barry, we were embraced into his family and culture. I’ve been blessed with a childhood filled with travel and learning about new traditions, but when Barry came into our lives, he brought his own heritage with him. Learning about his roots and connecting with Kashmir, Kesh, Parv, and the rest of the family has been a privilege I treasure. I am proud and grateful to call them all my family, and I thank Barry for bringing us together.

The small moments were where Barry shone brightest—whether it was sharing ice cream with me, cleaning windows together, or his ritual phone calls to Mum and friends while on the road, these are the memories that remind us of his generous actions and blue humour.

Barry’s legacy is woven into the fabric of our lives. He taught us to embrace challenges, work hard, and cherish the people who stand by us. His laughter, generosity, and love will be deeply missed, but I carry his lessons with me always. Barry, you were truly one of a kind. Rest in peace, Dad—we love you.

The Currency of Love and Memories

When someone we love leaves this world, we become collectors of the sentimental. We find ourselves cherishing the little things that once seemed ordinary—their favourite chair, the scent of their perfume, the sound of their favourite song.

Each item, no matter how small, becomes a bridge to their memory, a tether to the moments we shared. But beyond the things, we collect the essence of who they were. We carry their laugh like a melody, their kindness as a guide, their strength as an anchor. These are treasures no one can take from us, a priceless currency of love and memories.

We revisit the past not to dwell in sadness, but to honour the joy they brought into our lives. These memories are the pieces of them that stay with us, woven into the fabric of who we are now.

So, we continue to collect—not just objects or reminders, but moments, lessons, and love. These are the things that sustain us, that keep their light alive in our hearts.

To all the collectors of love and memories, know this: your collection is sacred, and it tells a story that will never fade.

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