Have you ever been to a bad funeral? You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones where the person delivering the eulogy had obviously never met the deceased or spoken with their family, the ones where almost no one show up, or my own least favorite, the ones where a minister feels compelled to preach a sermon on some topic not even relevant to the person who has passed away. I actually attended a funeral once where the minister went on for what seemed like forever about how “gays should not be in the military”. I’m quite sure this wasn’t a comforting service for the man’s homosexual son, seated in the front row with his partner. Yikes.
Then there are the really wonderful funerals. My husband and I chose our first church after moving to Louisville because of a beautiful funeral. My grandfather’s funeral was the best I’d ever attended until yesterday. My aunt Beverly’s funeral was perfect. All afternoon I imagined her looking down, nodding and smiling as all her friends and family filled the church, told “Beverly stories”, and celebrated her life. It was held at the little country church where I was baptized and married, and many of the faces I saw were ones I saw weekly until I moved away.
This is a picture one of Beverly’s friends from church gave me, and I plan on framing it. This was Beverly at the Christian Women’s Fellowship Fashion Show. She decided to do something a little different, so this was the outfit she started in, and along with the appropriate music and dance moves she stripped down to her Victoria’s Secret red longjohns. I suspect her pastor, Scott, wasn’t all that surprised when he heard. He’d long ago learned to expect the unexpected from Beverly 😉
Many of her classmates from the Bryan Station High School Class of 1963 were there, and these ladies have not slowed down one bit with the passing years. I can’t even imagine the trouble they caused back in the day!
Here was one of my favorite moments from after the service, when we were all full of delicious food (three kinds of macaroni and cheese; three kinds of green beans; three kinds of corn pudding; fabulous friend chicken; and cobbler, cakes, and pies you had to taste to believe!) David Biddle sang two hymns at the service and accompanied himself on the autoharp. Coincidentally, he and Catherine, my daughter-in-law-to-be and choral music / education major ended up sitting across from each other.
The next thing I knew David was pulling his autoharp out of its case and teaching Catherine how to play. She even played and sang along softly, a brave thing to do in a church basement full of people you don’t know. But Beverly knew how to bring people together and how to bring out the best in people. We were all blessed to have her in our lives.