Amazing Grace Followed by a Breakdown...

Hello friends.

I first want to say thank you to those who attended the Hospice memorial service where David was honored. It means a lot to me.

Upon receiving the invitation for this event I was enthused and eager to send in the RSVP. This was 3 weeks ago. My enthusiasm decreased as the day grew closer. I am not exactly sure why. Maybe because I cry over ANYTHING these days, and I’m not a fan of crying in public. Maybe it is because I know David would be singled out in a crowd and he would HATE that. Maybe it is because his parents (the technical ones as he called them) were coming for a change and they haven’t spoken to me since his funeral. I’m the devil didn’t you know? Just ask them. =) If you are buying that I suggest you get some Windex because you are having a hard time seeing through their transparency. Woops did I say that… Well, speaking the TRUTH isn’t a crime.

Anyway, I went. I did great. I was honored to be the surviving spouse to such a wonderful man who loved me so so much. I was strong and proud. Not a tear in my eye UNTIL… Amazing Grace. It wasn’t the familiar melody or the lyrics that set off the waterworks; it was the kind hearted gentleman behind me singing it so beautifully. It was him, Father Schmidt from St. Augustine Church. I have so many great memories at that church.

When I was young (before Lauren even) Mom worked every other Saturday. On those Saturdays dad and I would go to the Dream Street McDonalds, then to St. Augustine with Grandma and Grandpa and then back to their house where we would eat Cracker Barrel cheese and watch The Golden Girls followed by Empty Nest.

Fast forward several years… Grandma and Grandpa had long gone on to Heaven and David and I had just begun dating. For some reason I cannot remember we went to church at St. Augustine. This was David’s first Catholic mass experience. I will never forget David’s comment while leaving the church. “OK, why exactly did he (Father Schmidt) bend down to kiss that book?” Too funny. We still laugh about that. He was so precious!

Hearing Father Schmidt sing that song brought back so many amazing memories. Grandma Selm, PawPaw Leo, Granny Kay, and David… Oh my David.

Cherish those loved ones with us here on earth and celebrate the lives of those who have moved on to the better place this weekend.

David honey, I am going to eat some pig and drink some Killians for you babe.

With love,
Amy