Friday, August 24, 2012

Symmetry

When we planned Gerrit's memorial service, there were a few things we decided on that I knew would have meaning for me and that reflected a kind of balance, or symmetry, or that seemed especially fitting.

Twenty four years ago, when Gerrit and I were planning our wedding, he suggested that we ask the choir if they would sing for it.  I'd never heard of that, but they were thrilled to be asked and added so much to our wedding ceremony.  And last week when I asked our choir director, who had directed the choir at our wedding, and who has been our friend through all these years, if the choir could sing for Gerrit's service, he said, "Of course they will sing.  There is no question that they will sing."  I couldn't have kept them away.  So the loving voices of my church choir, who sang Gerrit into my life, sang for us in the celebration of his life.

My sister-in-law Maggie, who is a lector at her church, taking her turn every few weeks to read the lessons for the day at the Sunday service, also had read at our wedding.  The passage she read at our wedding is a very familiar one to most people and is often used at weddings, 1 Corinthians 13:4-13.

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

We asked, and Maggie was kind enough to read this at Gerrit's memorial service.  And of course it took on new meaning, hearing it at the end of a life rather than at the beginning of a new relationship.

In my remembrances of Gerrit, which were beautifully read on my behalf during the service by our associate rector, I talked about the Safe Return bracelets that Gerrit and I wore.  Safe Return is a program we learned about early in Gerrit's diagnosis which includes an ID bracelet for the person who might be prone to wandering.  The bracelet has an ID number and a toll free phone number, so if the person is found far from home, they can easily be identified and their contact people notified.  I had suggested to Gerrit that we get one for him; though he didn't have any of the symptoms that would indicate a propensity to wander, it was possible that as the disease progressed, his condition might change.  When I was ordering his bracelet, he noticed that the caregiver could have one, too, so he asked that I get one for myself.  I didn't want one, but after I got it I realized it was more likely that I would get hit by a bus and need my emergency contacts notified than Gerrit would wander.  So we both wore our bracelets, always.

His bracelet was returned to me, along with his wedding ring, the day before the memorial service.  He doesn't need the bracelet any longer.  He is safe now: free from pain, free from disability.  In the arms of God, is my fervent prayer.

But I am still wearing my bracelet, because I'm not quite ready to let go of it.  Last Sunday afternoon, just before I took Gerrit's daughters to the airport to start their journeys back home to the Netherlands, they presented me with a gift.  I told them that they were my gift, but they wanted me to have something tangible.  When I opened the box, I found a beautiful silver bracelet, with two charms, one from each of them.  After much hugging and crying and laughter, they helped me put it on my wrist.  

It wasn't until late that night, after I had come home and hugged Oscar and done some straightening up, that I realized:  the bracelet that bound me so clearly to Gerrit is being replaced by a new bracelet - one that binds me to his daughters.  Isn't that a beautiful balance?


8 comments:

  1. Oh, yes it is. What a beautiful tribute to Gerrit and to the love you both shared. It is a blessing to have his loving daughters in your life. Their tribute to you speaks volumes about the place you hold in their hearts.
    Much love to you, Dear Ginnie.

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  2. Oh, Gin. This makes me cry again - in happiness and in thankfulness that I was able to know Gerrit and see how much in love you both were.

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  3. It is a beautiful balance - the music, the reading, the bracelet.

    The peace of the Lord be with you, Ginnie.

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  4. What a beautiful exchange. You know few people find true love. How lucky were both of you to find that, hold onto it and express it even beyond. Bless you both! May your future days be as free from pain as can be in this hardest of circumstances.

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  5. That is beautiful. I've never heard of that reading for a memorial service, but it does seem right. Love is the greatest of all gifts.

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  6. Gerrit will not wander. He is in your heart and in God's arms—forever. I am amazed with the number of connections and cycles in and throughout the past two weeks. God's sense of closure and opening is truly amazing.

    And I love that when I read what you write, I can hear you say Gerrit's name in the way only you can say it.

    JJ

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  7. The perfect choice for a much loved man , who is now released from the encroaching mists of the last few years .

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  8. A beautiful memorial. To repeat words and songs from the beginning of your life together at the end of that life is too sweet for words. You have my most profound sympathy. I am a new reader and look forward to catching up on your blog.

    Hugs,
    Sharon

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Thank you!