Love's Pure Light

It has been 8 months since our beloved Nunk left us and went on to the Big Golf Course in the Sky with my Dad.

Tonight, the Funeral home who organised his cremation invited the families of those bereaved during the year to a little service of remembrance.

It was a freezing cold night, the roads are covered in Ice, and it is at least -9, but around 35 folk were there to remember their lost loved ones.

It was a lovely wee service, a couple of hymns, and I was totally blessed by standing inbetween the two best singers in the place, so I could just humm a wee bit.

I'm not in the least religious but I listened to the minster offering comfort to those with faith, and then he completely thru me by quoting "In the beginning was the word, and the word....."

When I was 13 I was asked to read that Verse in Church for the Bible Class. I had absolutely no idea what it meant, and refused on the grounds that it would be pointless me reading something that I couldn't comprehend. I had to concentrate very hard tonight, not to laugh as I recalled my Bible Class teacher trying to explain it to me, and then throwing her hands up in despair at me.

I think she knew I was always going to fail in faith. "It's very hard to be a Christian", she used to quote, normally just before she belted some poor individual for not standing up straight, or looking at her under their fringe, or
some other minor misdemeanour.

It's just the Bible faith I have a problem with. I have complete and utter faith, that wherever they are, my Dad and My Nunk, that they have endless golf courses to play, that the sky is forever blue, and every so often, they pop back, cleverly disguised as a Buzzard, and have a wee look see, just to make sure we are doing okay. I see them quite often, and give them a wave when I go past.

We all lit a wee candle to remember them, and then had a cup of tea and a mince pie, and I managed to sneak a handful of Quality Street Away for Toolibelle.

Also managed to have a quiet word with the undertaker about hiding spade marks on heads when the time comes! He did take that in good part - didn't he, Mam?

Any how, It was lovely! Happy Christmas Dad, Happy Christmas Nunk!