Our realtor, who is also our friend, held a memorial service for his mother today. She had been ill for some time, and was under hospice care in his home in her last days. We never had the opportunity to meet her — though we’d hoped to — but she sounded like a lovely lady.
Of the stories we heard today, stories which aren’t mine to tell, she sounded like a lovely lady who loved as earnestly as she could despite unfortunate and regrettable and horrible things that she experienced in her life.
Then her son, our friend, stood in front of this small little church that was packed full of his family and friends, said this was the song that he was singing to her when her body finally relaxed. It was, he said, meant to be an encouraging relief to her, but it had also become an encouraging message to him.
And then, in his amazing voice, he sang this moving hymn unaccompanied:
It was beautiful because he was beautiful because she was beautiful.
