The undertakers held a memorial service in the crematorium chapel, for all the people who had died this year.
It was non-religious, though we did sing carols. The readings and poems were all secular, and the undertaker’s wife played solo flute, and sang Away in a Manger. She’s a brilliant musician.
There was a large, undecorated Christmas tree at the front, and we had all been asked to bring a small decoration. We all went up and hung our decorations on the tree, in honour of our loved ones. At the end of the service, we were all asked to go up again, and take a different decoration to hang on out own tree, and to remember the other family.
I was in tears throughout, but what finally broke me up was a wonderful coincidence. My friend Barbara was there with her husband, her mother had died at the beginning of the year. By chance, she chose John’s decoration. It makes me so happy that John will have a place on their tree, they have been such good friends to us both. I cried so much, they thought I was upset they had taken it. The only thing that would have been better would have been if I’d chosen Barbara’s mum’s decoration, but Barbara has promised to see if she can get another and hang it on my tree.
The readings were so moving, I didn’t recognise any of them, but I’ve managed to find one of the poems which really touched me. Please read it if like me you’re dreading Christmas.
http://www.christmas-time.com/cp-wont.html
It was a wonderful service (followed by mulled wine and mince pies), and such a beautiful tribute by the undertakers.
It was non-religious, though we did sing carols. The readings and poems were all secular, and the undertaker’s wife played solo flute, and sang Away in a Manger. She’s a brilliant musician.
There was a large, undecorated Christmas tree at the front, and we had all been asked to bring a small decoration. We all went up and hung our decorations on the tree, in honour of our loved ones. At the end of the service, we were all asked to go up again, and take a different decoration to hang on out own tree, and to remember the other family.
I was in tears throughout, but what finally broke me up was a wonderful coincidence. My friend Barbara was there with her husband, her mother had died at the beginning of the year. By chance, she chose John’s decoration. It makes me so happy that John will have a place on their tree, they have been such good friends to us both. I cried so much, they thought I was upset they had taken it. The only thing that would have been better would have been if I’d chosen Barbara’s mum’s decoration, but Barbara has promised to see if she can get another and hang it on my tree.
The readings were so moving, I didn’t recognise any of them, but I’ve managed to find one of the poems which really touched me. Please read it if like me you’re dreading Christmas.
http://www.christmas-time.com/cp-wont.html
It was a wonderful service (followed by mulled wine and mince pies), and such a beautiful tribute by the undertakers.