Yesterday, we laid my father-in-law to rest.
It’s been a tough couple of weeks since he passed away. My wife and her sister have been running around making arrangements, and it all culminated in his funeral service yesterday.
I wanted to do my part to contribute. I made it a point to make sure that I was there for my wife, our family, and anyone else who needed me.
I also wanted to say goodbye to my father-in-law in my own way. I asked if I could play the piano for his service, and my request was accepted. I offered to play for the entire service, but was told to just play for the meditation. My sister-in-law suggested Prayer of St. Francis and I’ll Fly Away for meditation pieces. I decided to cut the latter song, mainly for length reasons, but I also didn’t know it as well as St. Francis.
There was another reason: I wanted to play another song — my way of sending him off. I asked permission to perform it, and was told yes.
The song in question: Dust In The Wind.
I wanted to do something that was a part of me. The song is by my favorite band. It has always been a favorite song of mine, and it has some deep meaning. I’ve told people that I want the song performed at my own funeral; indeed, I intend to include it in my will as one of my final wishes.
It came off well. I put my heart into it. I’ve always been one to put on a show, but this show wasn’t for me; it was for my father-in-law. I had multiple people tell me after the service that I played beautifully, and it was a wonderful tribute.
We will all need to say goodbye to someone someday. When you do so, do it in a way that’s a part of you. That way, it will always be special.