On Saturday, my family held a brief memorial service for my stepdad. Because he was a veteran, the Coast Guard provides a courtesy voyage to scatter ashes on Lake Erie. It was a bittersweet moment. There was laughter. There were tears.
Here’s an earlier post about this approaching trip.
Cecilia led us in the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi.
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled, as to console;
Not so much to be understood as
To understand; not so much to be
Loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying that we awaken to eternal life.