Thursday, July 25, 2013
Today is a rainy day in the Maritimes and one’s thoughts do travel to wonderful memories with my brother Gary. WE had warm and wonderful adventures through our growing years, a most precious time to linger in my mind today and remember.
As I walked up to the pulpit to speak of my brother, I looked out into the chapel and was immediately mesmerized by the sea of people that attended the funeral. A double room had to be opened and still, folks were lined up in the hall all the way out to the door. This sea of people came from near and far to give their respects and bid farewell to my brother – people whose lives he had touched somewhere along life’s road. There is always that part of the service when the Minister asks if anyone else would like to come forward and say a few words. I was again “deeply touched” by the many that came forward to speak of soft words, kind deeds and small gifts my brother gave so freely. From many strangers that stopped to talk prior to the funeral, I heard stories of “Blue Eyes” hugs (best in the world), a smile one would never forget, kind and generous ways he expelled his abundant energy from something as simple as carrying groceries out to a senior’s car every Wed morning, to helping build or repair hundreds of homes – and even assisting the first birth of a neighbours pregnant dog. There were many, many stories – something I will cherish having heard for a very long time.
My brother’s resting place will be beside Mom and Dad, overlooking wild flowers and water. He loved this spot and would often talk about the geese and ducks that came every year to settle in for the summer months to give birth to their young. He is resting peacefully.