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May, 2016:

Pearls

Today I attended the funeral of a dear colleague from Delaware Hospice, the Social Worker for the Hospice Center, the inpatient unit in Milford.  Sara was a wonderful woman and her memorial service today reflected her deep Christian faith.  She planned her own memorial service and it was held at her church, Avenue United Methodist in Milford.  Her memorial service was a celebration of life, and faith in God and in her future with Christ.  She was a member of the handbell choir and they played two beautiful pieces, there was a piece led by the praise band, and her niece sang a beautiful solo.

My memories of Sara include her dancing with Georges, her husband of over 20 years, her empathetic talks with hospice patients, her open sharing with me concerning her early life, growing up with her sisters, her wonderful parents, especially her father.  I will truly miss her.

Attending this celebration of life had me thinking about my own mortality.  Sara was only 64.  Although I know many people younger than me in the “boomer” generation (my birth was the first year of the post-war baby boom) have passed on, usually these people I have helped to “go on to be with the Lord” had lived hard lives, had smoked, or in some other way had punished their bodies.  Or maybe it was because I felt so close to Sara.

Losing your mother or your dad causes one to contemplate the fact that one is just a few years behind them.  The early Christians spent time contemplating a “good death”.  By all accounts Sara lived a wonderful life and died a good death.  Contemplating my own death, as the early Christians did, I find myself looking into the precipice and shrinking back.

Melancholy writings but really the memorial service was one of Christian hope and love.  I hope I have the courage shown by Sara and the fortitude to die as good a death and to plan as hopeful a celebration of my life.