Mourning My Dad

I just got the program from his service today after earlier streaming online. It’s not the same as being there but I could not travel. Seeing my brothers (and sisters) help our Mom in the church, and knowing how they have supported her through all these months. From this distance what I can do (and am doing) is to write so the kids and grandkids and great grands might know Art and Edwina.

Currently I’m not very religious (though many decades ago my Dad was a Deacon and I a Junior Deaconess….went to meetings together at the United Church of Christ…the civil rights church…and over years I’d also been an active Unitarian Universalist and practiced Buddhism (meditation highly recommended).

Every faith has wisdom and poetry, and can give comfort. Take it.

My family chose to honor our Dad just right for him, and for our Mom.

Blessed are the poor in spirit.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the Earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart.

Blessed are those who are persecuted.

Blessed are the peacemakers.

I’m taking care of his cypress tree until we find its right place to thrive.