I don’t cry easily, and sometimes I wish I did. I’ve been known to get misty as I write a tragic scene in a book. But yesterday we had a memorial for John, our brother-in-law.
It wasn’t a big thing, just the siblings and spouses. There will be other celebrations of life, but this was for us. We gathered at the little park where they were married. We told John stories, read a little scripture, and sang “Lord, You Have Come to the Lakeshore.” And I cried.
John was a boatman who spent much of his life at sea or maintaining boats. There is no way to sum up a man’s life, so I’ll simply say he was a good man, an unwavering brother-in-law, and a friend.
Cancer is a hateful disease.
