Our family memorial service for my husband Bob was held just over a week ago in the Memorial Garden of our parish church where Bob had been on the staff for over 20 years after he retired from full-time work. It was a small gathering, but family members came from across the state and from opposite corners of the country (from Seattle in the upper northwest to Miami in the lower southeast).
The weather was beautiful; we couldn’t have asked for a lovelier autumn day. My husband had already chosen the Scripture readings he wanted, and the grandchildren all participated in the service by reading those Scriptures. Our parish priest, who considered Bob to be not only a parishioner and church employee but also a friend, gave a sermon that included a wonderful tribute to Bob.
When we first moved here to the Northeast Georgia mountains Bob told me he wanted to be buried here in these mountains. We laid his ashes to rest in the columbarium in the church garden at the foot of Sal Mountain. The front of the church faces out on Yonah Mountain. I think Bob would be happy knowing we honored his request.