We sang for my father
The funeral liturgy as community prayer
In spite of ill health and several hospitalizations the last five years of his life, my father lived 96 and a half years. His spirit was long ready to make its leap into eternity, but his body bound him to earth for a longer time than he desired. He spent the last six months of his life in a nursing home room. Bed, chair, and bath, all within a few feet of each other, became his outermost physical boundaries. The TV set, my brother, me, and an occasional visitor became his windows on the wider world.