Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Celebrating A Life

I have been asked again to do something that I have done many times before, but it never gets accomplished without tears and trembling. I must say it is one of the most difficult challenges ever. It is:


Singing at the funeral of a loved one.


Many times before, I have stood beside my sister, or my husband, or my brother-in-law and struggled to belt out a touching tune for those hurting onlookers in the pews. I always attempt to stare out above their faces. If I look at their expressions, I begin to loose control. I tend to be an overly-emotional person anyway. This particular circumstance just pushes me over the edge.



As I have mentioned so many times before in previous posts, our family is very close. We are tight-knit and loosing one of us is almost unbearable.



This past weekend, as we were heading down the road from Tybee Island after a relaxing day on the beach, I received one of those phone calls that you never want to get.



"I have some bad news", my sister said from the other end of the line.


My heart sank imediately as I feared what she would say next.


It seems that my cousin David's father-in-law had suddenly passed away about thirty minutes earlier. He had been enjoying a nice meal at McDonald's with his wife, Vera, and, Haylie, a precious little girl they keep, when he just collapsed and fell from the booth where they were sitting together.


He never regained consciousness.


I couldn't believe what my sister was telling me. It just didn't seem real.


I began to think of all the special times we had shared together at the beach, family gatherings, Christmas, and backyard bonfires. How could he be gone all of a sudden? It was unfathomable.


I remembered the last time I had seen Bill a couple weeks earlier. I had been with my cousin, Timmy, and his new baby girl, Marissa, trying to help out when Marissa's mother was in the hospital. Bill was sitting at the dining room table while we were all in the living room. As I walked through the dining room to get a bottle ready for Marissa, Bill had said, "I just can't take all the noise. I need to be in here a while where it is quiet."


I laughed and said, "You know how we are around here! Never a quiet minute!!"


He laughed too. He knew I was right.



Later, I rummaged around the room where Bill was sitting trying to find the cat litter. I was going to help out Timmy by changing it for him. One less chore for him, I figured, since he was traveling back and forth from the hospital so much. Bill got up from his seat and helped me search. We laughed again when we finally found it right beside where he had been sitting. If it would have been a snake, it would have bitten us!

I remember that Bill loved to get out in the ocean. Sometimes I would sit and watch him from the shore, a little afraid at how far out he was floating. But, I knew he was enjoying it so much. You could just tell by watching him. He had no fear at all. He seemed perfectly peaceful as he flowed, enveloped by the waves of the sea. He rode along smoothly with each and every rise and fall.



Tomorrow as I stand beside my dear sister once again and sing the words to "Beulah Land", I will look above the faces of those I love so much and think of Bill, sitting at the dining room table in the quiet. I will picture him at peace, riding the waves away from all the noise and standing in the presence of our Lord and Savior. He is now flowing along in the midst of a love like we have never known before. In a way, I envy him.


I'm sure he will have expressions of joy spread over his sweet face as he listens to us sing. Maybe he won't even notice my whimpers as I try to hold back the tears.


We love you, Bill. We will miss you. And, we look forward to the day when we can celebrate being together with you in eternity.
Bill and Vera





I'm kind of homesick for a country


To which I've never been before.


No sad goodbyes will there be spoken


For time won't matter anymore.





Beulah Land, I'm longing for you.


And some day, on thee I'll stand.


There my home will be eternal.


Beulah Land, Sweet Beulah Land.





I'm looking out across the river


Where my faith will end in sight.


There's just a few more days to labor,


Then I will take my heavenly flight.





Beulah Land, I'm longing for you.


And, some day, on thee I'll stand.


There my home will be eternal.


Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land.


No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him. ( 1 Corinthians 2:9)


I ask that you pray for my sister, Melanie, and I as we sing tomorrow at 2:00 EST. Lift up Vera (Bill's wife), Their daughter Pam and her husband David, their sons, Jason and Mark, and their grandchildren. And all other members of the family as we celebrate the wonderful life of a good man and the blessed privilege we had of him gracing our lives with his presence.


Love and Blessings,


Starr








6 comments:

Melanie said...

He will be missed won't he? He was such a handsome man and so calm, yet full of life. What I admired most about him was how much he loved and cared for Vera. They were so meant for eachother don't you think?? I know we will get through singing tomorrow and I know it will be hard, but I know he will be listening and will be smiling down on us from heaven. I love you!

Kay Martin said...

I will be in prayer for all of you. May the music Holy Spirit flows through you be a blessing of healing and comfort for everyone. You shared a beautiful picture of your family and this dear man. God bless you.

Kathy S. said...

I could barely read, much less sing at one. Bless you. I have never heard that song. Or Beula land?

The lyrics are beautiful though.

It sounds like you have had some sweet times together and great memories!

koinonia community said...

I will be praying. And I know that God will give you the strength. Love you!

Truth4thejourney said...

Hi Starr,

How did the singing go? Are you ok?

Just thinking about you.

Love,
Sonya

Starr said...

Thanks so much to all of you for your prayers and your thoughts. My sister and I made it through the song and got lots of comments that hearts were touched. God was truly with us as we sang. It was hard, but as I said is a habit for me, I just looked above the heads of those in the audience. Once, I did look at my cousin,David,and saw his tearful face. I almost lost it and thought to myself that I'd better not look that direction again.

Keep the family in your prayers, as it is especially hard to loose a loved one suddenly with no warning whatsoever. It is a difficult time for those who loved Bill so much. But, God is the Great Healer and will restore the hearts of those who are hurting in their loss.

Love you all and I so appreciate your prayers.
Blessings,
Starr