A WINDMILL AND A SWIMMING POOL; IN THE FRONT YARD
A funeral of a believer is a mixture of tears, memories, and laughter.
My brother, Jeff, lost his wife of 31 years, Ann, to an 8 month battle with brain cancer. It seemed like the cancer had won, until we remembered the promise of a place prepared for us.
Jeff had Ann’s favorite songs playing in the background as he stood and proclaimed the love that they had shared. Remembering moments, and times.
I was proud of my little brother.
He opened the service up to others.
There were several. People who knew her. Really knew her. And loved her. And cried because she was not to be in their lives any longer.
My cousin, Clay, stood up. “Jeff was the one who led me to the Lord. I had always loved music, and I had begun to be interested in classical guitar. I couldn’t afford a new guitar, but I was told I could put nylon strings on my steel stringed guitar.
“Jeff, did you know, Ann gave me her classical guitar?”
Jeff, smiling, said “No, I did not!”
“Yep, it was a Yamaha!” Clay was beaming. He had always been a musical prodigy: harmonica, guitar, banjo. I figured he could play any instrument he wanted to.
He came up to us afterward and we spent some time catching up. We ate lunch together with several of the friends of Ann at a restaurant my brother had reserved. His sister, Holly was there, too.
“Do you remember your house in Lubbock?” I asked. “We went there one time. I musta been 8 or 9. Mom and Dad had told us you had a pool, and we could hardly wait to get there. “ A swimming pool at a house? I hadn’t seen one of those since I had “drowned “ when the inflatable horse threw me when I was tiny.
Clay and Holly both smiled with the memory.
“ When we got to Lubbock, I still remember seeing the house on the hill, a swimming pool in the front yard, and, there, right beside the pool, was a windmill, a big, wooden windmill. That was even better!”
Clay chimed in, “Yeah, my dad had found out that to fill the pool with city water would cost a fortune, so we used that windmill.”
“I can’t remember anything about the house…all I remember is wanting to get into that pool, and wanting to see that windmill up close. I remember getting my swimsuit on, jumping in, and getting out! Fast! That was the coldest water I had ever felt!”
Clay and Holly were smiling in agreement. “Remember the boat?”
I did. We spent most of our pool time paddling a rowboat around in that frigid pool.
We are all so much older now, each of us dealing with symptoms of an aging body that long ago lost its youthful vitality.
Yet, as we remember these moments we shared , we find ourselves transported back to a time when life was simple, fun, exciting.
And life becomes simple, fun, exciting. Again.
And Ann can see again, walk again, with the One who made her, as He says to her, “Well done…well done!”