It is an odd feeling to realize the end of a generation. This became a reality at the passing of my last aunt on both sides of my paternal side of my family and now my Aunt Willie on the maternal side of my family. She was married to my mother’s youngest brother, Donald Buck.
Aunt Willie was much loved as evidenced by her wonderful memorial service yesterday. It spoke of her volunteer services within her church and her passion for music. She had a most beautiful soprano voice that I have appreciated and loved since the 1950s. I was mesmerized when she was the soloist in church and in the front row of our church choir. I can still hear her laugh which was full and real. I loved the way she would say “Now Donald Buck!”. She loved her children and defended them to the fullest. Her daughter was gifted with the same passion for song and has an equally beautiful voice.
Speaking of her laugh I can hear laughing with those who greeted her in heaven. She is singing in the heavenly choir. I have the comfort of knowing that I will both see her and hear her singing again. That will be a day and just like the last song sung by everyone in attendance yesterday “l’ll Fly Away” by Albert E, Brumley in 1932.
[Verse 1]
Some glad morning when this life is o'er
I'll fly away
To a home on God’s celestial shore
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
[Chorus]
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away (In the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
[Verse 2]
When the shadows of this life have gone
I'll fly away
Like a bird from prison bars has flown
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
[Chorus]
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away (In the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
[Verse 3]
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where joy shall never end
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
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