In January, I hosted a Celebration of Life for my dear Jodiette at the Bellamere Winery in London. It was a sweet couple of hours … chairs set up theatre-style, people coming to the front to talk about my loved one, music videos, a light buffet lunch afterwards. Love filled the room.
This afternoon, I went to another Celebration of Life, at the International Hotel in Leamington, Ontario. Jim Brundritt was a mailman, a jokester, and a rollicking good friend and dad. His daughter Kym knew that a local bar was the perfect place for Jim’s celebration because he loved to party. And the Jody Raffoul Band was rockin’ at the front of the room.
There I was, bellied up to the bar, playing table piano as Jody did his vocals. I loved it. Never missed a note. And all around me were big smiles and multi-hugs. Jim’s friends and family were out in force, and the biggest smile, I’m sure, belonged to the guest of honour. Often Jody (of the he, not my darling she) would mention Jim, and the beer bottles were hoisted high. Clink! The wardrobe was mostly T-shirts and ball caps rather than the more formal dress at Jodiette’s day, but it was all the same … love and remembrance of a great human being.
I hugged Kym. I drank beer. And I played the keyboard until my fingers dropped off. Here’s to you, Jim. And here’s to my dear wife. Maybe the two of them are jiving on that upper dance floor.