Two Days ago, I visited a board & care home where Pa, George’s father was living, again just wanting to be with Ma.
I played his favorite music from Youtube through my iPod for Pa, though he was not responding. A chaplain came to comfort Ma, and to pray for Pa. As he said, “ Do not worry. God loves you and will welcome you, so just rest,” Pa looked breathing softer then. At night as I stayed over at Ma’s place, she gave up her bed for me, saying, “ I slept on the couch last night, too.” Her kindness touched me and made my eyes wet.
Then, this morning, Pa left for God’s Kingdom.
There is a famous jazz song, “ When The Saints Go Marching In”. That was written for a funeral procession.
”O when the saints go marching in,
When the saints go marching in,
O Lord, I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.“
According to Wynton Marsalis who is from New Orleans, this lyric came from Revelation 22:14.
“Blessed are they that do His commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life and may enter in through the gates into the city.”
The music is played slowly to go to a graveyard, and after the burial, it is played faster and rhythmical as being away from the graveyard. I’d like to dedicate this song, which it is said, is still a popular jazz for a funeral procession in New Orleans, to Pa, who loved to dance and music.