I was instantly concerned for his devoted daughter, my dear friend, Sandra Gayle. Her mother, Mona Gay, had passed away two years prior, and Milton had lived his final years, a broken man. He yearned incessantly for the day he would join the love of his life, yet purposefully lingered to comfort his devoted daughter. He desired death and life in the same moment. His devotion to his wife now deceased, and his daughter, still living, tore at his very core. When I would see Milton, I could see the pain in his soul. He was a man torn between two existences, the living and the dead. Today, death called him home, and Milton is gone.
I admit I was worried for my friend Sandra Gayle. What would she do now that both her mom and dad were gone? Would she be strong enough to make it through the tough week ahead of her? Would she break down and suddenly find that the struggle to survive was too much to endure? Since the first moment I met Sandra, she has been the quintessential backbone of strength. Caring for her aging parents as lovingly as any child has ever done. Her life has been centered on their comfort and peace. Her compassion for them has been without fault. Now with the both of them gone, all Sandra would have is a house sitting on acres of land, and many animals for which to care. I was so worried about her.
As the day progressed, Sandra came to the funeral home. We embraced. I told her how deeply sorry I was for her loss and asked if there was anything I could do to help her over this tremendous blow in her life. She was so strong. She got right to business and offered me the comfort I needed to begin caring for her dad's final needs.
Milton’s services were unlike any I have done before. While living, his purpose had been centered on the love of his life, Mona Gay. Their love story was miraculous and a wonder to behold. Sandra Gayle planned her father’s services around his happiness at being released from the living, and the great joy of his reunion with his wife. She thought not of herself and the pain she was enduring. Her thoughts to the end were for her parents, together again.
My name is Tracy Renee Lee. I am the owner and Managing Funeral Director at Queen City Funeral Home in Queen City Texas. I am an author, syndicated columnist, and co-founder of Heaven Sent, Corp. I write books and weekly bereavement articles related to understanding and coping with grief. I am the American Funeral Director of the Year Runner-Up and recipient of the BBB’s Integrity Award. I deliver powerful messages and motivate audiences toward positive recovery. It is my life's work to comfort the bereaved and help them live on.
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