Today I joined the throng filling the tiny Baptist church in the Village of St. Martins, NB, to say goodbye to an uncle I wish I’d known better.
As a relatively new member of the family, I didn’t grow up knowing my uncle, nor my aunt and eight cousins. We didn’t play together as children and only met in what, for most of us, was mid-life. Consequently I felt distinctly like an outsider at the funeral despite sitting in the section reserved for family members. It was almost like I shouldn’t be grieving – but nevertheless, I did.
I listened to his nephew deliver a touching eulogy to a man who had obviously affected his life, and those of many others, deeply. It was touched with humour and anecdotes from a life fully lived.
But the really heart wrenching portion of the service came when his beautiful granddaughter stood up to read some passages from scriptures. Her heartfelt remarks reached out to every person gathered in the tiny church – friends and family, young children to senior citizens.
To my aunt and many cousins – my deepest sympathies on the loss of your husband, your father and the uncle I wish I’d known better.