It's an obvious fact. Death interrupts. My last blog rejoiced in a family holiday. On our journeys home I went to see my 91 year old uncle (with his hymnbook at the beside -see earlier posting) as did my son and grandson the following day. We found him alert and (as always) incredibly tuned into our family details. Though single, he really took such knowledgeable family interest in us all. We all remarked how well he seemed to be adjusting to his nursing home environment.
Early, on June 4th. he died during the night. Suddenly, as his next-of-kin, we were thrust into bereavement with its web of practical issues, returning immediately to Bristol to start funeral and legal processes. With his death Carol and I are now the oldest members of our tribe and as we sorted out his few possessions and looked through his funeral wishes Carol really didn't need to say: 'You realize the next time this happens in our family it will be us!'
So, these last few days have been tiring with emotions (that can surprise), travelling, emptying his room, appointments, signings, and mounting paperwork. I had plans to work hard on a book and had set stiff targets after our holiday. But death interrupts...and how!
Wonderfully, John had deep Christian faith. He left instructions that his service was to show people God, and he chose old hymns with such positive choruses. I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene....with the chorus: How marvelous! How wonderful! ..is my Saviour's love to me! And, When we walk with the Lord, in the light of his word....with the chorus: Trust and obey for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey. When we share in his service next Thursday we shall rightly be positive too because of the resurrected Savior!