I take notes at funerals. I don’t know if I’m the only that does that, but I find when I’m attending a funeral my heart and mind are more inclined to listen to the Holy Spirit and what he has to tell me.
Last week my Uncle Don passed away at the age on 97. He was my grandmother’s twin brother, she having preceded him in death in 2006. Uncle Don was a frequent presence in our family’s life, even though we lived in Arizona and he lived in Utah. When Uncle Don would come to visit, you could count on a fun time, lots of good, thought provoking conversations and the inspiration to be better and do better. He always called life a “spiritual high adventure” and lived that way. These themes were repeated in the many tributes that his family gave of him during the service.
Here are some of my notes: