The Second Day of the Best Two Days of My Life.

The next day I awoke even more tired than before. I dressed and drank some coffee and headed for the church. I was amazed how many people were already there. A pastor's fellowship was scheduled for this morning, but had been cancelled for the funeral. When I walked in many of the pastor's came up to me. The support from his peers was overwhelming. There were a few more decisions to be made and I visited a little more. Then Dick, the funeral director came to me and escorted me to my seat. We had been at this church for 81/2 years in the eighties. I was very close to where I had sat for many years. This is when it hits you. He really is gone.
There were to be three speakers, their time cut shorter to get each one in, and a pastor friend was the singer.We basically kept it simple. All three pastor's were my husbands closest friends. Each speaker shared something personal they had with my husband. The first speaker was friends with him in high school. The messages were clear and uplifting. As the service continued it became better and better.The congregation sang "It will be worth it all when we see Christ." My husbands signature song he sang at many occasions. Now we were singing it back to him. Sometimes I could sing, sometimes I was overwhelmed. Our pastor friend sang "My Tribute" and then the second speaker. He spoke of my husbands column in a local newspaper. He said my husband was a good writer, and read several of his favorite sections. The second song "Sheltered in the Arms of Jesus." The third speaker read a piece my husband had written on Christmas morning when we were still sleeping. He had e-mailed it to his friends. I never knew about it.
Then the climax, the surprise.The third pastor friend went and pushed a button and sat down. The congregation was wondering what was happening. Then music played and my husband started singing. Yes. the children and I had decided for him to sing at his own funeral. The auditorium was silent as my husband sang his last song. Many were quiet, some were crying, all were deeply moved. It was a great moment for him.
I really don't know how you get over something like this. It just takes time I guess.We had a good life together and served God together. Rest now my husband, your last battle with this dreadful disease is over. I have complete peace. This was the best way for him. The Meyer's