Wednesday, January 19, 2011
It was a solemn and sacred occasion.
The sun shone down upon us, and warmth enfolded our hearts.
We mourned together; we rejoiced together.
We remembered a good life...a good man.
A loving mother paid tribute to her son.
Children paid tribute to their beloved uncle.
And we were simply grateful to have known him.
A good friend overheard what may have been the most beautiful moment, for me, of the entire day. One of his dear little nieces whispered to another, "Look, Uncle Matt is inside that big, red treasure chest."
Considering who was laid to rest there Monday, I think she got it right.