It was such a beautiful day, and I was so grateful. On such a day as this, the last thing you want is rain. It was my Grandpa's funeral.
We were standing outside at the gravesite waiting for everyone to arrive. Dennis, Mom, and myself were all standing together waiting to sing the final hymns to send him on his way. As we stood there I looked around me and took in the scenery. The grass was wet from the rain of yesterday, the flowers were scattered around on the ground in brilliant colors. I could smell the newly upturned soil, all things that could have made someone sad, but it was a reminder of where we come from.
The casket was gingerly placed above the ground with the spray of flowers spread beautifully across it. I looked on as my Grandma held herself together gracefully, while my aunts and uncles hovered near her to show their support. We, the singers, were placed facing our family, so our harmony would be heard on their sensitive ears. This was a moment that everyone desired to make as loving as humanly possible.
Finally everyone was gathered. There were over 60 families standing in our midst when we were asked to bow our heads in prayer. On that cue, all heads bowed and eyes closed as each person allowed their minds to wonder on God, Grandpa or wherever their thoughts drifted. When the prayer was over my Uncle Charles nodded at the three of us to sing our melody. We sang "I won't Have to Cross Jordan Alone", "Standing on the Promises", and "On the Wings of a Dove". We blended our three voices into three-part harmony as I held my glance towards the pages in front of me. During the service there were stories shared that brought tears to the eye, and some memories that brought a smile to our face. It was a time of rememberance, not only of one man, but of all our mortality and vulnerability. More importantly, of those who really love us.
We stayed until the last lump of dirt was laid upon the grave, and we headed to the potluck that the women of the church had prepared for all to enjoy. There we ate, laughed, and knew that we were loved by all in one way or another.
It was a good day, a sad day, but a good day.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Posted by Trina at 1:27 PM