My husband's brother-in-law was laid to rest a few weeks ago. It was a lovely celebration of a life well lived. B passed at 80 years old of Dementia complications.
M's sister and her departed husband have a successfully blended family who
have kept in close contact over the years. M's sister has 2 adult children while her husband had 2 children. At the service, the sister's daughter made a touching speech. She said 'When my mom married B, it
included me and my brother. He guided us professionally and personally
through our lives. ( Their dad was also a part of their lives). I teared
up at how much the daughter loved B her stepfather, it was evident. Indeed, in
his final days in palliative care, the daughter was there with her mom every
single day of the 5 days. The other kids who lived in the country also visited every day.
I noticed during the service B's son sat in the
front row with his arm over M's sister's shoulder in comfort, with his wife on his other side. His 3 children listened carefully to their dad's speech that day. When B's son got up to make his speech, his wife scooted over
to put her arm on M's sister's shoulder. I
was struck by the closeness of this blended family.
B's son started off with a memory of when he was 10 years old and
he set the school alarm off. Of how he suffered all weekend and fessed up
on the Monday morning. After the parent meeting at school B's
stern but calm expression 'have you learned anything' has stayed with him
through life.
There were also memories of B dedicatedly driving him to
11pm hockey lessons, of fun trips to Tim Horton's after the game until he
finally got a car (thanks to B's friend at the bank) and could drive
himself. He recounted memories of how he
tested the limits in the ice and snow and being caught speeding 140 in an
80 km zone. The ticket was downgraded slightly and he learned yet another
lesson from his father's stern expression.
He thanked M's sister for looking after his dad so well in these
last few years.
M's sister always hosts her extended family at Christmas,
Easter, Thanksgiving, all these years. The family has built a closeness and all were
in attendance. It must be the secret to
keeping family together, you always make an effort to stay in touch.
20 comments:
What a touching story about a life well spent.
What a moving tribute to a life well lived—B clearly left a lasting impact on both his own children and his stepchildren, and the closeness of their blended family is a beautiful reflection of the love and care shared over the years
To a caring, loving family. To your words.
This is a beautiful testament to the power of love and commitment in creating a truly blended family. The heartfelt eulogies from both the daughter and the son paint a clear picture of a man who was a significant and positive influence on all the children in his life.
Thank you so much for this touching tribute.
That’s heartwarming, especially in these perilous times. ❤️
This blended family had a wonderful life. It takes somebody to make that happen or a number of somebodies to make it happen.
That is a wonderful tribute of life.
Very moving, thank you for sharing.
A lovely tribute and send off :-D
What wonderful memories. What a wonderful individual.
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Danny and I have a blended family, so your testimony to such a successful experience at this memorial service truly warmed my heart. May God bless B. and the entire family!
If nothing else keeping a blended family together is a success in its self. What a lovely story Christine.
Lo siento mucho. Te mando un beso.
Christine, most of your posts are short and wonderful. But this tribute shows your gift of writing and your gift of words that show the heart of sad but precious family at a difficult time of loss. You are very special, Christine.
Special memories and a wonderful tribute.
All the best Jan
Thanks so much Wanda! I appreciate your lovely words.
I'm sorry for the passing but so impressed with the love of this family.
Thank you for this wonderful story about this patchwork family. The love is immense in it, and in the story of a lost loved one.
hugs Elke
It's the little things that people do that matter most.
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