By Kay Heitsch
After the calling hours in Ohio, we had Todd's body brought to Michigan. Since we moved so often, we felt it was best to bury him where Bill's Dad was living.
I didn't request any music for the calling hours at the funeral home in Michigan. If they played any, I don't remember.
However, I do remember when a priest came in drunk. He proceeded to the casket and had a fit when he saw Todd. Todd's casket showed the full body. He mentioned that only the pope's whole body should be seen.
If that wasn't bad enough, he reached for Todd's face. Todd's face had been built up with some material because it was smashed in by the accident. I told him not to touch Todd. He ignored me and put his hand on Todd's face, leaving his handprint on his face.
I already had a bitter attitude towards religion. This did not help!
However, at the funeral service, something changed. There was a minister whom I think either Grandma Z or Aunt Carmeleta hired. I have no idea what he said.
Aunt Carmemleta had given me a cassette tape of some religious music. I liked a couple of songs on the tape, even though I didn't really understand the meaning. One song was, Because He Lives" and the other "Under His Wings". I find this so amazing when I think about it now.
I praise God, He was somehow showing me at Todd's funeral that because He lived, I could face tomorrow.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18
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