EDITOR: We give our deep appreciation: to the police who showed
such sensitivity to our family, the friend who drove through the
night to bring our daughter home so she could be with her family.
That
’s how the gifts began.
EDITOR:
We give our deep appreciation: to the police who showed such sensitivity to our family, the friend who drove through the night to bring our daughter home so she could be with her family. That’s how the gifts began.
The exquisite flowers that filled our home with fragrance, the beautiful fruit baskets, and the cards with such heartfelt sentiment, we will keep them in our hearts forever. You came to our home and the words that you spoke provided such comfort, whispered in our ear, gently holding us up for a moment. You stayed home from work for days, just to be near us. You lent us your daughter to be with ours for a week. The soccer team came.
You planted trees to live forever, made donations to wonderful programs; the gifts just kept coming. The coffee kept flowing, the cases of soda and water, the breakfast, lunches, and dinners that have not stopped. You planted flowers on our walk, cleaned our house, washed our windows, did our wash, walked and fed our animals. You brought napkins, paper plates, utensils, toilet paper, paper towels and boxes and boxes of tissue paper. You picked family up at airports, took care of the dry cleaning, carried out the garbage, baked a ham, cooked a turkey, made stews, casseroles, brought snack foods and delicious sweets, and the gifts continued. You had photos blown up and framed, brought over new ones for us to cherish.
You secured the church, helped plan the program, went to the printer, helped select the music and arranged for a boy with the voice of an angel and a lovely youth choir to sing. You made us a guardian angel with a candle and photo so he would never be in the dark. You made a keepsake video, a CD, a DVD. You arranged for cars, made a donation for the church. You came from far away, you came from town, came to be with us. Some even stood out in the rain. You filled the church with your presence and reverence.
You carried our son in and spoke straight from your hearts, you laughed and you cried, then you carried him out again. Yet there were still more gifts to come. You gave us your home for the reception. You set up a tent, arranged flowers, brought in tables and benches. You arranged for the Irish band to plan, brought massive amounts of food and, of course, the pies. You provided us with your wine, and kept the food flowing and the cups full for hours on end. You got the article in the newspaper just right. And lastly, the men who never left Bill’s side and the women, my own steel magnolias. The young people who filled our home with music, laughter and tears. We wish we could thank each of you personally, but the task is overwhelming. Thank you for all of your gifts.
The McGeevers,
Bill, Evelyn, Willie and Amy,
Morgan Hill
