The venue is the chapel of the Lutheran Convalescent Center, where my sister came every Sunday to make music. The minister is a very nice man with a beautiful singing voice. I could see immediately why they were drawn to each other. He made the fairly obvious notion that she is in heaven now making music – but added… And she is probably busy rearranging the musical scores, which so captured her essence and left no doubt of their friendship.
This picture was taken maybe 15 minutes before things started – there were few seats left by the end.
At 9 AM Eastern, WJNT has the Breakfast Club show – I don’t know for sure what they have planned. Here is the streaming link
http://www.wjtn.com/page.php?page_id=44594
I missed the show Art. Even bots need their sleep. 😉 Its great that you were able to meet some of the people that were important in her recent life.
I have a 4 MB recording of the 15 seconds that mattered. Her children apparently were at the show – I thought they were going to talk, but my guess is their body language suggested they wished to remain silent. So there wasn’t much to hear beyond the winner of the couple married the longest (70 years) talking about their marriage and wife caring for their young chikd while he was over in Europe fighting for the Army…
Thanks for sharing the memorial service. With most of the seats taken it was a nice crowd. A gathering of friends and family plus a few kind words spoken about her life perhaps re-assures the living that maybe some day others will do the same when their day comes.
The reason IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE remains a timeless epic story of humanity, is not because Jimmy Stewart is handsome and charming, nor that Donna Reed was a delicate beauty…
It’s because the story is true. It’s stunning the butterfly effect of good people, the ripples left in their wake that touch the lives of more people than they could possibly know. We tend to live within our small core of our family, going about our daily routines without a second thought as to how our actions affect the lives of those around us.
Look at the profound sadness in that man’s face.