I didn't blog last Wednesday because I was spending the day surrounded by family, celebrating a life well lived, and my wonderful, gregarious, life-loving Aunt Betty's promotion to heaven. Over the years, I have become somewhat of an expert at funerals. I started attending them when I was eight, when my Uncle Ivan died. Ironically, when I attended Aunt Betty's funeral last week and stayed with one of my fifty-five first cousins, I bunked in a bedroom with my cousin, Charlene--who was Uncle Ivan's daughter. How precious family becomes at times like this.Labels: family funeral, Gone to glory, life after death
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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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I want to be remembered as a teacher/administrator who was real, loved God, and cared about kids. I want students to remember that they had a good time--and learned stuff, too--in my classes. (I want them to enjoy literature, thanks to taking my classes!) I want them to recall that I was really silly sometimes (e.g., this Friday I'm going to baton-twirl an ice hockey stick to "Stars and Stripes Forever" at our closing assembly).
P.S. Maybe I already said this on GWO, but my dad died of cancer in 1992. Before he died, he gave his testimony on tape--which was played at his funeral. It was something he really wanted. It kind of freaked out some people in the audience, I think, but why not? My dad always liked to have the last say...and he did, with an altar call, too! Yay!
Oh, I love that idea, Pam. I'd like to leave something like that behind. My father died in 92, as well, and I read a eulogy off-stage. When I started crying and couldn't continue, a friend of mine, whose voice sounded like mine, picked up where I left off, and even my mother couldn't tell the difference.
PS: Just remember when you're asked to speak in front of a group of funeral goers, they aren't there to criticize you, they're there to hear anything they can about their loved one. That's what you focus on. Something happy or tender or kind about the loved one.
Very nice, Hannah. My husband always says he loves going to funerals. We like to attend funerals to support his co-workers when they lose a loved one and it's fascinating to hear the stories of someone's life whom I'll never meet. It's a reminder that love is universal. It sure makes me enjoy people.
Katie, I'm just glad people are willing to speak up so you CAN hear about the deceased. Too often, the minister may not have known the person well, and you don't get a good idea about what that person was like.
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