9TH WARD
Dedication at 2pm Viewing will be held at the Eyre Funeral Home in Nampa, Idaho. February 6th between 9:00 a.m. and 10:30 a.m. Funeral service at 11:00 in the 9th Ward
A Trip to a Funeral
My name is Karl Wallace. This is a true story about an unusual trip to a funeral
My Aunt Faye Ward Wilson died on Sunday or maybe it was a Monday. News of her demise had been left on my recorder a few days before I listened to my phone messages. It was was 10 p.m. the first day of February when I listened to the recording. "Uncle Wally this is Janet I have some sad news. Aunt Faye died."
Janet is my niece. She is very attractive, smart, loving and caring, as was her mother Hope my oldest sister. Being it was near bed time, I suffered the news with tears rolling down my cheeks, along with a along time friend Jim Beam, and went to bed. The morning of the next day, February second 7a.m., I was going through my daily routine at the computer with a yellow lined 8x10.5”note pad, pencil in hand, stareing at the black wall behind the computer screen. while sipping coffee. After a time, my mind, hand and pencil began writing the schedule of the day. Plans, times, goals slowly were unraveling and written on the note pad. The most important item on the note pad was Aunte Fae.The question what to do about her untimely death?
I knew of a few things were going to take place. For one thing this would be a standard Mormon funeral. Time is not of the essence with Mormons, it will be programmed to start in five to seven days; it would start in the morning, and on the full day through. Mormon funerals are put off until everyone in the Republic can attend. Their funerals commonly come on week-ends after a member’ heart stops. Family, friends, church brethren of the deceased give their opinion of why God will allow the deceased to go into the highest celestial kingdom. A clear case of telling God what to do. Anyone, everyone can express their opinion by way of song, books, testimonies, prayer as to why the Lord or his Son, will allow the body and soul inquestion into the Celestial Kingdom whether they be a saint or sinner.
I knew the routine; I was born and raised in the church. Sister Faye Wilson will be welcomed into the kingdom of God by all in attendance. That's for fact, welcomed. She was second to none for living the Covenants. Her ward bishop, elders, teachers, priests testifying in the name of Jesus Christ will mention in so many words, there will be no standing in line for Sister Faye to get in heavens highest level. In fact their testimony states without doubt will state her soul and perfected body has already arrived at her waiting husband, Elder Don Wilson present location. Now if not sooner he will create a world of his own for all “Time and Eternity.” Everbody raise your right hand. Any objections? So be it.
Five days before funeral day should give me plenty of time to make plans for aunt Fayes funeral. Having been born in the year of our Lord 1915, it would make my Aunt Faye ninety one years old on February third if in fact that was her death day. By coincidence, her oldest sister Lottie, my mother, died a dozen years prior to her and at that time period and the same age. All of the Wards have good genes.
I finished the second cup of coffee, (it's ok if I drink coffee because I am a Jack Mormon,) and began relaying the customary funeral information to my five kids. I have four boys and one daughter, as far as I know. My daughter Natalie is my youngest child by a second marriage. Natalie is twenty-nine and lives far from Nampa, Idaho, Faye's residence. As far as my two older boys there is an age difference of sixty-two between them and Faye. They had a few vague memoris of past family reunions that Aunt Faye at cousin Dave and Ruth Petersen’s ranch at Bear Lake. In conclusion that left only Brian who owns Skydiveogden.com able and willing to fly me up. I wouldn't have to go alone.
After I called my kids, I called my deceased youngest sister Suzanne's former husband’s new wife (sorry forgot her name). She said they hadn’t heard about the death, was sorry and promised to tell her husband, Elder Frank Jessup, and his son Jeff Jessup. Additionally, she promised to tell those on her side of the family tree. You the reader may have noticed several of my family members are dead. Actually, I’m the last.
Two days passed bye, it was Wednesday February fifth. Brian's plane was being overhauled by a Bipola mechanic. I decided I would get to Nampa all by myself, even if I had to under-go missing Super Bowl Sunday.
KARL WALLACE
To be continued...
Dedication at 2pm Viewing will be held at the Eyre Funeral Home in Nampa, Idaho. February 6th between 9:00 a.m. and 10:30 a.m. Funeral service at 11:00 in the 9th Ward
A Trip to a Funeral
My name is Karl Wallace. This is a true story about an unusual trip to a funeral
My Aunt Faye Ward Wilson died on Sunday or maybe it was a Monday. News of her demise had been left on my recorder a few days before I listened to my phone messages. It was was 10 p.m. the first day of February when I listened to the recording. "Uncle Wally this is Janet I have some sad news. Aunt Faye died."
Janet is my niece. She is very attractive, smart, loving and caring, as was her mother Hope my oldest sister. Being it was near bed time, I suffered the news with tears rolling down my cheeks, along with a along time friend Jim Beam, and went to bed. The morning of the next day, February second 7a.m., I was going through my daily routine at the computer with a yellow lined 8x10.5”note pad, pencil in hand, stareing at the black wall behind the computer screen. while sipping coffee. After a time, my mind, hand and pencil began writing the schedule of the day. Plans, times, goals slowly were unraveling and written on the note pad. The most important item on the note pad was Aunte Fae.The question what to do about her untimely death?
I knew of a few things were going to take place. For one thing this would be a standard Mormon funeral. Time is not of the essence with Mormons, it will be programmed to start in five to seven days; it would start in the morning, and on the full day through. Mormon funerals are put off until everyone in the Republic can attend. Their funerals commonly come on week-ends after a member’ heart stops. Family, friends, church brethren of the deceased give their opinion of why God will allow the deceased to go into the highest celestial kingdom. A clear case of telling God what to do. Anyone, everyone can express their opinion by way of song, books, testimonies, prayer as to why the Lord or his Son, will allow the body and soul inquestion into the Celestial Kingdom whether they be a saint or sinner.
I knew the routine; I was born and raised in the church. Sister Faye Wilson will be welcomed into the kingdom of God by all in attendance. That's for fact, welcomed. She was second to none for living the Covenants. Her ward bishop, elders, teachers, priests testifying in the name of Jesus Christ will mention in so many words, there will be no standing in line for Sister Faye to get in heavens highest level. In fact their testimony states without doubt will state her soul and perfected body has already arrived at her waiting husband, Elder Don Wilson present location. Now if not sooner he will create a world of his own for all “Time and Eternity.” Everbody raise your right hand. Any objections? So be it.
Five days before funeral day should give me plenty of time to make plans for aunt Fayes funeral. Having been born in the year of our Lord 1915, it would make my Aunt Faye ninety one years old on February third if in fact that was her death day. By coincidence, her oldest sister Lottie, my mother, died a dozen years prior to her and at that time period and the same age. All of the Wards have good genes.
I finished the second cup of coffee, (it's ok if I drink coffee because I am a Jack Mormon,) and began relaying the customary funeral information to my five kids. I have four boys and one daughter, as far as I know. My daughter Natalie is my youngest child by a second marriage. Natalie is twenty-nine and lives far from Nampa, Idaho, Faye's residence. As far as my two older boys there is an age difference of sixty-two between them and Faye. They had a few vague memoris of past family reunions that Aunt Faye at cousin Dave and Ruth Petersen’s ranch at Bear Lake. In conclusion that left only Brian who owns Skydiveogden.com able and willing to fly me up. I wouldn't have to go alone.
After I called my kids, I called my deceased youngest sister Suzanne's former husband’s new wife (sorry forgot her name). She said they hadn’t heard about the death, was sorry and promised to tell her husband, Elder Frank Jessup, and his son Jeff Jessup. Additionally, she promised to tell those on her side of the family tree. You the reader may have noticed several of my family members are dead. Actually, I’m the last.
Two days passed bye, it was Wednesday February fifth. Brian's plane was being overhauled by a Bipola mechanic. I decided I would get to Nampa all by myself, even if I had to under-go missing Super Bowl Sunday.
KARL WALLACE
To be continued...
