A time for reflection
8/27/1981 Funerals are always a solemn occasion. Such was the case a few weeks ago when Susan and I attended the one for Leo Ford, our next door neighbor.
And for us the funeral was a time to reflect. Not only about dying, but also about living. Never had we seen such an array of floral offerings. But then there were not too many men like Leo Ford.
Leo was a quiet, unassuming man. A family man from head to toe.
If you should go before me, dear, walk slowly
Down the ways of death, well-worn and wide
For I would want to overtake you quickly
And seek the journey’s ending by your side.
I would be so forlorn not to descry you
Down some shining highroad when I came;
Walk slowly, dear, and often look behind you
And pause to hear if someone calls your name.
-by Adelaide Love
And a magnificent husband. Before the funeral, each of his sons and daughters, now grown, wrote a few of their thoughts about their father. Things they remembered about him when they were small children.
And during the funeral one of the speakers read some of the thoughts written by Leo’s sons and daughters. And it made me think, As a father what will my children remember and perhaps write about me someday? What memories are we not creating for our loved ones? After we too, have gone, what will they remember? Later, I found Susan had been thinking much the same.
And during the hour of tears, and sharing another’s sorrow, somehow the petty, day-to-day concerns just didn’t seem to matter much. For just a few minutes at a funeral you sit back and gain a new perspective on life by looking beyond the immediate situation. And you begin to think of people rather than things.
A few more tears were shed when Leo’s grandchildren sang a song for him. But the most touching part of the funeral for me was when some of the thoughts of Jenny, Leo’s wife, were read. She recalled many of the trips she and Leo had taken together as their family grew. She reminisced about moving to the Orem East Bench when relatively few other people lived there.
Jenny remembered buying the home in the 1940’s that she and Leo still occupied, and the many memories that came from rearing a family in that home.
Jenny and other speakers recalled how Leo loved the mountains and enjoyed taking his family camping. Never would he admit being lost during any of the numerous family hikes even thought the family often walked for what seemed like hours before arriving at the destination.
Susan and I were among the hundreds of friends and neighbors lined up at the funeral to express our sympathy to Jenny and the rest of the family. And it is always difficult to know just what to say to a woman when her husband of several years passes away.
But to Jenny and others who have recently lost a husband or wife through death, we share the thoughts of Adelaide Love who undoubtedly expressed the sentiments of many when she wrote the above poem.