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Topic: Service (12/21/03)
TITLE: Order of Service
By toronto49 Aird
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Greeted at the airport by my older sister and niece we soon retrieved my luggage and found ourselves walking briskly into the cold night bathed by the artic air. Memories were soon resurrected from within my heart and mind and I found myself traveling still as I reflected upon my teenage years. Like a good cup of hot chocolate I was warmed by memories of a happier time. And with each gingerly placed step over the frozen pooled water I remembered those years and recalled how the winter months were the most exciting time of the year.
Arriving in Wisconsin, the day after Christmas, my purpose was to visit my parents who I hadn’t seen for some time. Excitedly I had called to let them both know that I would be “home” the day after Christmas and would be leaving on New Year’s Eve. Dad asked, “Your not going to stay New’s Year’s?” I said “No, I needed to get back, but it was going to be great to see him and mom.” In closing I said “I love you, dad! We’ll see you Thursday.” I had called two days before Christmas. On Christmas Eve my father died. He left this world as he lived…quietly, without fanfare, and in service to his family. Looking around it seemed that even the barren trees, frozen ground and dark sky were sorrowfully mourning the passing away of this great man.
A week later from my phone call announcing my travel plans, I find myself planning his memorial service. We will be gathering together as a family to remember him, to honor him and to take comfort in our faith in the belief that we will meet again. Through tears I have had the blessing of viewing his life through photographs. Timeless images captured that reflect the joys, sorrows, events, persons, and places that depict a very small portion of my role model’s life. Now, my desire is to serve my father by preparing an order of service, a compilation of hymns, words, and music that is meant to orchestrate the honoring of his memory and life.
For whatever reason I arrived a day late and I did not get to see my dad one more time. However, I have, through the Grace of God been given the remarkable opportunity to touch my father, see him, love him, and honor him through the planning of his memorial service. This journey today has taken me from his days with the army in World War II, through the marriage of my mother, and through the birth of each of their five children. I, through personal snapshots in time, have attended funerals, weddings, and family get-togethers. Today I laughed and I cried…undcontrollably. Today I served my father and he, as always, served me.