To Texas We Go: Part 3

Saturday we spent time with Steve and Sue (who arrived very late the night before - 1:00 am maybe? Who knows, I was asleep). Then had lunch out with the whole family (all of Matt's aunts, uncles, and cousins). The lunch was long on talk, and short on refills. We all went back to the hotel to change for the service, then we were headed to the church. Yes, the morning seemed to go by that quickly.

When we arrived at the church, this was the image that welcomed us as we walked in. Richard (Dick) Daniels...this one image shows quite a bit of his career history. He was a former cook in the marines, and he spent many years working for the Boy Scouts of America (that is symbolized by the ribbon with the silver beaver on it. It is quite an honor to receive that award).
As I mentioned in the first post about our trip to Texas, this man was one who never knew a stranger. He would befriend and help anyone that was in his ability. That was seen in his memorial service. As expected hymns were sung, scripture read, and tears shed. One of the most touching parts of the service was when two marines marched in, held out the American flag, had taps played, and respectfully folded it - presenting it to Steve.

Now about my comment of him being friends with everyone, there were four pastors present, and involved in the service. That alone is impressive, but even more so is the fact that each of them had personal memories and stories to share about Richard Daniels. They were not going by a script, they were not just following lines that are said at each service. No, each of them had special encounters or stories that they experienced personally with him.

Then I looked around the church and I realized that all in attendance are probably not even a handful of individuals compared to all of the lives that he has touched throughout his lifetime. *This realization made me realize that I need to be more like him and maybe be more outgoing and keep up with relationships a little better.* But back to the story...

The church in Houston does not have much land around it. I do not know if that is the reason for it or not, but that is my assumption. The church built what is called a columbarium. Right outside the church is a little water garden with a wall to respectfully remember those whose urns are placed within.
It is a very beautiful and peaceful location. Matt, Sue, Katie, and I all sat out there at one time or another during the reception.
I am so glad that I got to know you, even if it was for a short time. I am so happy that your stories, your ideas, and even you will live on through your children and your grandchildren who loved you so much.