Yesterday I attended the memorial service in honor of my aunt . .
my dad's sister.
She was ready to go home to heaven and at age 93 had looked forward to seeing those she loved.
It surprised me how my emotions came to the surface as soon as the service began.
Knowing that we were singing the songs that meant so much to her and to so many of us that love the Lord Jesus caused me to both sing out beside my sister in laws and then drop off to silence . .
when the words reminded me of my own parents who have been gone so long already.
My Dad and his sister who were both adopted were born in the same year but my dad's birth year was adjusted to be one year younger .. .to avoid questions of how two children within one family could be so close together.
They were loved and that was all that mattered to the two young children.
How thankful I am for my grandma and grandpa who brought the two youngsters to Canada to a place where they could raise their children with freedom in what they believed.
The tributes from her children and her daughter by love and her granddaughter and the slide show . .all added to the beautiful service that was the last act of love for the mother that had birthed ten children.. . and who loved them all so much.
My siblings and I sent flowers of course . .
as they did when we lost first our mom and then our dad.
I wondered who to call . .
I wanted the flowers to be just right.
I remembered then . .
a bloggy friend . ..one who had once called to use a few acorns for boutonnieres.
She was more than happy to make us an arrangement . .
and now. .
she'll be my forever florist.
Call Jan's Floral Design when someone special needs a bouquet . . .
you'll be glad you did.
I wonder .. how far will she deliver?