Recently, I met with a friend and his pastor to discuss funeral plans for the future. It was a grand two hours together. The pastor and I were talking about some memorable experiences we had had.
I then shared how I did a graveside service, overlooking a river and train trestle. The wife, who was suffering from dementia, was a patient on the floor when her husband had died and even though I was called when he died, there was no conversation from her at all. No other family came that night.
The daughter wanted as minimal a service as possible and that was paramount. I didn't even meet with them prior; it was a very strange situation, believe me!
Indeed, scripture readings were minimal, I had no words to offer under the circumstances...and just then, in the distance, a train went over the railroad trestle and blew its horn. The setting was very pastoral overlooking the river and hospital; the sounds were very soothing.
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That was the whole reflection, eulogy, whatever you want to call it. I would call it the divine spirit stepping right in and setting everyone straight that we can try real hard to control a lot but we may not be in charge! I'm sure glad I was not in charge that day...one major funeral I'll never forget. Amazing what a train trestle can do!
