Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Today, we had a graveside memorial service for my Uncle Jim, Aunty Helen and their daughter Virginia. I wrote this poem for them and read it out to the gathered friends and family. We were all invited to speak. It was a lovely service and the reception, afterwards, was very enjoyable. It was a great chance to see everyone. Jim and Helen's 2 week old great grandchildren (twins) were brought in towards the end of the reception.
UNCLE JIM’S FAMILY
By Philip Cairns
Copyright 2009 by Philip Cairns
Helen was always so kind to me, as a child.
I forever enjoyed going over to Uncle Jim and Aunty Helen’s house.
Lots of activity and fun,
With good vibrations emanating from the walls.
Virginia said the funniest things.
I think of pink and dark yellow, when I think of that place.
I recall the antique front parlour furniture that no one ever sat in
And the rough and ready feeling in the basement.
Later in life, Ginny Ann was very generous and lovingly organized family get-togethers.
Now we all only see each other at birthdays or funerals.
May the Goddess bless you Uncle Jim, Aunty Helen and Virginia.
And I was blessed to have them in my life yet I didn’t even know it,
When I was young.
I think of Ginny’s straw-coloured hair.
The weight she put on, later in life.
Jim always seemed to be wheeling and dealing.
A born salesman.
Always the upbeat personality and almost swagger.
Aunty Helen and her nervous breakdown.
Her liberation through taking part time jobs
Just to get her out of the house.
She loved it.
I will miss them.
The quirky, gurgle of a laugh coming out of Virginia’s throat.
We all had big families and there was always someone to play with close to your own age.
Much laughter, tears, loving and drama at Uncle Jim’s house.
Sports on TV in the rec-room.
Secrets to tell the cousins.
A great place to visit.
Helen and Jim had a good marriage.
Virginia lived a fruitful life.
She always had the most beautiful homes.
A smiling face to greet the guests.
I wish all three of them great peace, joy and serenity in the Afterlife.
Thank you for gracing our lives.
Mine was certainly richer because I was your nephew and cousin.
Away to the light blue sky, far, far up out of sight.
Spread your wings and fly away to happiness.
Let the angels sing a soaring, rapturous song.
I will never forget you three.
I think they would want us not to grieve too wisely.
We’ll see them, again, someday soon.