The ebb and flow of space and time surpass our small perception;
Yet knowledge grows with joyful gains and finds out wonder far more strange than hopes of resurrection.
First Reading: From the Old Testament of the Bible Ecclesiastes III 3:1-3:8 ( adapted)
To everything there is a season,
A time for everything under the sun
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to laugh and a time to cry
A time to dance and a time to mourn
A time to seek and a time to let go.
This is the time we remember
One who gave meaning to our lives.
This is the time we remember the bonds that tied us together,
The love that we shared,
And the memories that remain with us still.
Please join hands while sitting together and for a few moments, experience the love, support, and common purpose you share in this congregation.
Members of the family will read the following words while holding each of the elements provided on the table.
(Hold up the bowl of soil.)
Earth cure me.
Earth receive my woe.
(Hold up the Stone.)
Rock strengthen me.
Rock receive my weakness.
(Hold up the bowl of water.)
Rain wash my sadness away.
Rain receive my doubt.
(Hold up the chalice.)
Sun make sweet my song.
Sun receive the anger from my heart.
In this time of sorrow, we remember that our lives, and our deaths, are interwoven with the basic elements of our world. They are part of the cycle of nature.
You are invited to briefly share a personal reflection
perhaps from days on the Hartford Courant, at Travelrama or here at Bon Voyage. Something you have learned from
Stoney, a favorite memory, a quality you will miss, or any other aspect of their life or your relationship that is in your
heart right now
It is normal to miss your dear one with a fierce intensity. You will miss his or her voice, their touch, their laughter, their
perspective, their humor, their stories, their mannerisms, their smile. At times, it will hurt so much that you'll wonder whether
you'll ever survive it. And then when you do, you'll wish that you weren't surviving it. Hang on my friends. Grieving is some of
the hardest emotional work that you'll ever have to do.