I know this may sound grisly, but today I went to the most beautiful funeral. It was for my step-dad's father (Ed is his name) who passed away on Saturday at the ripe age of 88.
The reason why I say it was beautiful is because of the way the gentlemen who conducted the service presented it. He was not a preacher but the owner of the funeral home. However, you wouldn't know it because of his knowledge of Scripture and the manner in which presented it was just astounding. He also told a very touching story I'd like to relate to you.
This man's father passed away when he was a young boy. As a boy he'd love to fly kites and still does even to this day. But as a kid, he'd have to make his own kites with balsa wood, glue and tissue paper. One winter his mother encouraged him to start building a kite so that it would be ready in the Spring. So he spent the entire Winter making this extraordinary kite and was very proud of his work.
The next Spring he and his mother went to a park to fly his kite. He got the kite up in the air and fed out the string to get it higher up. Unfortunately he forgot to tie the string to the spool and the kite got loose. He chased after that kite as it soared away but fell down trying to grab it. He was very distraught over this and cried right there on the ground.
His mother came over to him, helped pick him up and said this, "If that kite were your Dad, what do you think he would say? He would say, 'Don't cry, the view is great from up here.'"
In other words, eventhough Ed is gone from here on this Earth, his view from Heaven is just tremendous and that we should all be happy that he is there resting, enjoying the view from above.