The funeral was beautiful. I am not Catholic but I am at home in most churches so was comfortable and pleased. DH’s sisters had found a wonderful soloist, accompanied by a pianist who also sang harmony. Their rendition of Ave Maria raised my hair. The modern closing hymn, On Eagles’ Wings, I know well and left humming.
At the wake the night before I had spotted a photograph I had not seen before. It is my father-in-law holding my husband as a newborn. N.A. is twenty-three in the photo, exactly the same age our son Jon, his grandson, is today.
I listened to the message of Jesus in the service and had many, many thoughts, but perhaps uppermost was: Doesn’t the wheel of life turn quickly?
The speed can take your breath away.