When I began playing the guitar and singing at 9 years old, I never imagined providing the music for funerals would become such a huge part of my life. Even when I first began my career as a liturgical music director, I never realized this would be the portion of my work that would touch so many people and make such a meaningful impact. It seems odd to some that this somber ministry could bring so much joy and fulfillment. But it does. For thirty years I have worked with families, and in some cases, even the person nearing the end of their life to choose music which expresses the person's heart, as well as begin the healing for those left behind.
These past couple of weeks have been tough. I had to provide the music for two very dear friends whom I have had deep and meaningful relationships with. One was a teacher, who touched my life greatly. The other was a pastor and former boss, whose influence in my life led me in directions which brought enormous blessings to me and my entire family. He was a wonderful spiritual father, and friend, to all of us.
On one level, I am used to it. I have provided music for a best friend and music partner. I've sung funerals for my own close family members. I've had to provide music for people my wife has lost when I knew she needed me beside her. I sang at the graveside of my own baby.
But on the other side of things is the reality that although I can perform as a professional, my heart is still in it. It always matters. Always. And when it's dear friends, it is never easy. Never. May the angels bring you to paradise my friends... until we meet again. Thank you, Wil, and Fr. John. Part of who I am is because of each of you.