We bid one more farewell to dad on June 16, the Saturday of Father's Day weekend.
I won't say goodbye, or final farewell, because it doesn't seem like that to me. I still talk to him all the time.
We wanted to do something special, and told mom we would play some music out at the C-wood cemetery.
The girls were practising Amazing Grace on their violins, and Neil had a trombone piece in mind.
In the meantime Holly and I had been having a lot of fun with flute duets. We had AG but not in the key Sus had memorized and no music for. So I picked out the matching melody on my flute, and them picked out an alto line for the 2nd flute. Found the staff paper on the internet. That was Friday niight before the occasion.
Rev. Tim was there to lead a prayer and say a few words. Mom was glad he was able to come. Kari Wilson was there from Fawcett's, so that felt a bit like family too. Suz picked up a rose for everybody that mom envisioned us all putting on the grave.
Dad's stone is beautiful. It has the symbols of the blue and red lodges, as well a s a lighthouse for his ultimate passion, ships.
James at one point dropped something in the grave. Sus told me later it was a wrench he had snicked from dad many years ago.
Our tribute in two flutes and a violin turned out very well. Sus played some extra fiddle tunes for pop. Neil's trombone solo caught me by surprise. It was the piecehe played for his music class exam, and i've heard it many times. But out there in that big open field, there was some repetition in it that sounded like reveille. Dad, the sea cadet cornet player, would have appreciated that too.
