Sunday, December 17, 2006

Dearest God,

The white-capped mountains of Colorado rise above the horizon in the "mile high" city of Denver. The last twenty minutes of turbulence before landing were a bit unnerving, but I closed my eyes repeating, "rocking in the heavens". I could feel God rocking us back and forth like a mother comforting her crying infant. God with us. Emmanuel.

I've come to conduct a memorial service for my first husband's third wife. Ann died of cancer, but what a fighter she was, exhibiting courage, strength and peace. A beautiful lady. It will be a privilege to say a few words about her life.

Two of my daughters are here as well, one bringing her whole family. We have come together to celebrate this life, 55 years. It's a strange feeling being with my daughters and grandchildren, along with their father. But it is good. We all have one thing in common - we love Ann.

At 1:00 p.m. I will begin the service, a blend of bluegrass, Grateful Dead, and classical music. Words from the psalmist and St. Paul, The Third Step and Serenity Prayers. A eulogy and words of hope.

The past and the present are caught up with one another. Most people don't do what we are doing. Blending families, three to be exact, the first, second and third. And we are friends, strange though we are. God is grace in the midst of this conglomeration of peoples. But we are here for one purpose, to celebrate and remember Ann's life.

What more needs to be said? God is here, in the mountains, in our grief, and memories.

Loving God,
we are never alone.
Again and again,
you remind us.
"Fear not,
for I am with you."
And you are here
with us,
all of us.
And we are grateful.

Love always, Andrea