A few months ago, my dad’s cousin passed away at 95 years of age. This happened at the beginning of the Covid-19 restrictions. Today, the family held a funeral for him and livestreamed it for others to participate. We were happy to be able to watch. There was a table set up at the front of the church that held a photo of him, memorabilia, an American flag, and his cremains. He was a woodworker and the priest pointed out that he had made his own urn, which was a beautiful wooden box. He also made some of the necklaces that the Eucharistic ministers wore in that church. The service was just as touching as it would be in person. His children reflected on his life of simplicity and generosity. He helped others and gave to others without making it known. Evidently, people would tell the children later what their father had done for them. He said they didn’t have a lot of money, but they did have a lot of fun. One of the siblings commented that she didn’t know how much money they did or did not have, but they had everything they needed and then some, and that was being truly rich. She said her dad was a teacher and always taught by being a part of the lesson. In these unusual times, he certainly was continuing that as the children had to figure out the best way to honor their father and others without having a large funeral. Just listening to the service was enlightening for me and I am grateful that we were able to be present.
I Found God today in a beautiful memorial for a wonderful man.