Fay’s
Funeral
A
TRIP TO FAYE’S FUNERAL
February 5, 2006 Friday 6 pm-9pm viewing will be held at the Eyre Funeral Home in Nampa, Idaho
February 6, 2006 Saturday viewing between 9:00 a.m and 10:30 a.m. at the Eyre Funeral Home
February 6, 2006 Saturday viewing between 9:00 a.m and 10:30 a.m. at the Eyre Funeral Home
Funeral service at 11:00 a.m. in the 9th Ward.
Dedication at 2pm at the Vally View Cementary
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 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 long-time friend Jim Beam and went
to bed. In the morning, February 2nd 7a.m. I was going through my daily routine
at the computer with a yellow lined note pad, pencil in hand, starring at the black
wall behind the computer screen, sipping coffee. After a time, my mind, hand
and pencil began writing the schedule of the day. Plans, times, goals slowly
unraveled on to the note pad. The most important item on the note pad was
Auntie Faye, what to do about her untimely death?
I knew the
routine by heart from attending other Mormon funerals.For instance, time is not of the essence. Funeral are programmed to start in five to seven days. It would start in the morning and
go on and on the full day through. Mormon funerals are put off until everyone in
the Republic can attend. Their funerals are usually on a
week-end. after a members 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 in question into
the Celestial Kingdom whether they be a saint or sinner.
I was
born and raised to an Elder in the church, and I know Sister Aunt Faye Wilson
will be welcomed into the Kingdom of God, not only by me, but all in
attendance. That's for fact, welcomed! She was second to none for living the
Covenants. The attending bishop, elders, teachers, priests will testify in the
name of Jesus Christ, and in so many
words, will vouch there will be no standing in line for Sister Faye she’s on
her way or already there, to heavens highest level. In fact, all of the testimony
without doubt will state that her soul and perfected body has more than likely
already arrived at her waiting husbands’ side where ever Elder Don Wilson’s presently is presiding. Now, Brother Wilson with Sister Faye at his side will
create a world of their own for “Time and Eternity.”
Everyone in attendance raise your right hand.
Any objections? So be it.
Five
days before the funeral day should give me plenty of time to make plans for Aunt
Faye’s funeral.
Having been
born the year 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, my
mother, Lottie, died a dozen years prior to her at that same time period and
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 presently a
Jack Mormon. I told my mom before she passed on that I wouldn’t be able to come
to her level but she could come down and see me.
I began
relaying the funeral information to my three kids. I have two boys and one
daughter as far as I know. Natalie is the youngest child by a second marriage.
She lives in Valdez, Alaska. She is a Dr. of Psychology, and not able to leave
her work to attend the funeral. As far as my oldest boy Mark an Aeronautical Engineer
who lives in Denver, Colorado, he also will not be able to leave work, but said to
give the family his condolences. He has many happy memories of past family
reunions at Cousin Dave and Ruth Petersen’s ranch near Bear Lake.
Brian
my youngest son, who owns Skydive Ogden, said he would fly me up in his
Cessna.
After I
called my kids, I called my deceased sister Suzanne Jessup’s husband Frank
Jessup. His new wife said, they hadn’t heard about the death, was sorry, and said
she would tell her husband Frank, and his sons Jeff and Norman. You the reader
may have noticed several of my family members are dead. Actually, I’m the sole
remainder, the last of the Mohegan’s so to say..
Two days passed, it was Wednesday February
fifth. Brian's plane was being overhauled by a bipolar mechanic, and he would
fly me up to Nampa if his mechanic got the plane running. I decided not to take
a chance I would get to Nampa all by myself.
IN MEMORY
God looked around his garden and he found an empty space, Then
he looked upon the earth and saw your pretty face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
God’s garden is so beautiful he only picks the best. He
knew you were suffering and in much pain; saw
the road was getting rough, the hills you couldn’t climb.
He closed your weary eyelids and whispered peace is
thime. It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn’t’ go alone. Parts of us went with you the day
you went home.
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
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