Passing with Passion
A week ago Christopher, (his three sisters) Colissa, Becca, Ashley, (their Mom) Mary, and myself returned home to Tucson. We were gone for three days to LaVerkin, Utah, Mary’s hometown, for her Father’s funeral.
I never did meet Lloyd Howard, but I’d heard stories of him over time. Nothing I’d heard compared to the Eulogy given about him by his son Richard. When their Mother Helen had passed 12 years earlier, Richard took it upon himself to go through all of her journal entries. It being less than a week after Lloyd passed, Richard had already taken up the same task with his Father’s journals. The combination of his parents’ written past made a touching tribute, along with one of the last conversations he ever had with his Father, in which he confessed many a lesson learned in his time and the things he left unsaid to some.
The impression I had been given by a few in Christopher’s family, was that Lloyd was a strictly religious man, often judgemental and very stubborn. This was all told to me prior to his passing. Sitting in the church, hearing Richard’s Eulogy, everything I’d learned of Lloyd before passed right out of me. He had told Richard that he felt Helen’s passing was due to her reaching perfection in this life, and that in her passing he realized how much more he could’ve appreciated her while on this Earth. Lloyd felt that it was for that reason he had outlived his beloved wife, who’d helped him to find “heaven on Earth”. For that I cried.
Christopher never got to say goodbye, or more importantly to him he didn’t get tell of our upcoming child. But he says that he knows this is all for a reason, and he is simply happy that his Grandpa Howard is finally with his “sweetheart” again. To live without someone you love so deeply is a heavy task to handle; we both know that, although not first-hand, but in our hearts.
No matter the reality of it, due to that little thing called love, I feel that I have a personal connection with these two people I’ve never met. An experience to remember: another’s memories to cherish and live a richer life from.










October 8th, 2006 at 6:19 am
I love you so much pumpkin dearie.