JVM 1921-2005
Yesterday I attended the funeral of my husband’s boss’s father JVM. I was not expecting to be terribly moved by this funeral. After all I have never met the man, and have only his Son, J as reference. And J I only see once or twice a year at company picnics and Christmas parties.
I found my self very moved by this funereal. It was conducted at St Paul’s church on Boor close to Jarvis. The minister, (A woman) handled the service in a gentle, well spoken way that put to shame some of her heavy handed brethren who’s rituals I have had the displeasure of attending.
She spoke of faith, and how faith comes in many forms these days. How for some there faith is a deeply private thing that is not spoke of aloud. How some, keep quiet, because in today’s secular society they feel they may be ridiculed for there belief. How some have doubts because they look upon a church that is fallible and has made so many mistakes.
The last Christian Funeral I attended the minister’s message was about blind faith. “have faith in God and the church and all will be well” It was offensive. This minister spoke of questioning ones faith. Of examining the truth of your faith and coming to your own choices. It felt like she was speaking to me.
J, His brother and Sister delivered the eulogy for there father. J’s was the most poignant. I cant remember what he said in the beginning but his closing will be with me for the rest of my life. He said. “as a child I always knew that I was Loved.” (and here J’s voice cracked and I started to cry) “I went to bed at night feeling safe and secure, because I knew that I was loved and cherished and that any evil that may have come my way my father would protect me from.”
Wow.
How many friends and family members do I know who’s lives would be so much less fucked up if they knew that simple thing with the same conviction that J new it.
So if you have a chance today raise a glass as Igal and I did yesterday in the “Pour House” on the way home from the funeral. Raise that glass high and toast JVM. A rare and special man.
He was a damn fine father.
I found my self very moved by this funereal. It was conducted at St Paul’s church on Boor close to Jarvis. The minister, (A woman) handled the service in a gentle, well spoken way that put to shame some of her heavy handed brethren who’s rituals I have had the displeasure of attending.
She spoke of faith, and how faith comes in many forms these days. How for some there faith is a deeply private thing that is not spoke of aloud. How some, keep quiet, because in today’s secular society they feel they may be ridiculed for there belief. How some have doubts because they look upon a church that is fallible and has made so many mistakes.
The last Christian Funeral I attended the minister’s message was about blind faith. “have faith in God and the church and all will be well” It was offensive. This minister spoke of questioning ones faith. Of examining the truth of your faith and coming to your own choices. It felt like she was speaking to me.
J, His brother and Sister delivered the eulogy for there father. J’s was the most poignant. I cant remember what he said in the beginning but his closing will be with me for the rest of my life. He said. “as a child I always knew that I was Loved.” (and here J’s voice cracked and I started to cry) “I went to bed at night feeling safe and secure, because I knew that I was loved and cherished and that any evil that may have come my way my father would protect me from.”
Wow.
How many friends and family members do I know who’s lives would be so much less fucked up if they knew that simple thing with the same conviction that J new it.
So if you have a chance today raise a glass as Igal and I did yesterday in the “Pour House” on the way home from the funeral. Raise that glass high and toast JVM. A rare and special man.
He was a damn fine father.
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