Celebration of Life
Today was bittersweet: a somber, yet joyous occasion celebrating the life of John Baylor ("Bay") Haralson. Sadness at the loss of a friend mixed with the sweet memories of fellowship. At one o'clock this beautiful Saturday afternoon, I walked into the fellowship hall of Hope Works Church. I knew the memorial service would be well-attended, and I was not disappointed. There were many people whom I did not know, and quite a few I haven't seen in ages. The common denominator was the personal connection we had with Bay. With ample time to visit with familiar faces, as well as to introduce myself to those I was not yet acquainted, an open time of sharing stories began at 1:30 p.m. I did not share my personal experience; however, my story was also everyone else's: the warm touch of a man who God used to minister in our lives. The pastor eloquently spoke of death as merely a doorway in to eternity. Our friend is no longer with us physically, but we shall see him once again in Paradise. Of course I miss my friend, but I carry the impact he made on my life. I honor and celebrate the life of John Baylor Haralson.
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