A Spring Farewell

Jim passed away in March, just as the snow was melting and spring was quietly returning. It was the first funeral I ever helped plan, just three years into my relationship with Steve. We worked with a traditional funeral home, and his mom, Hazelle, led the way with grace and strength. I focused on what I know best: flowers.

I designed every arrangement for the service — soft, early spring blooms that felt peaceful and personal. One of the most meaningful pieces was a heart-shaped pussy willow wreath, woven with fresh florals and trailing ribbons. Each of us wrote notes to Jim — his grandchildren, just 11 and 7 at the time (Steve’s niece and nephew), also wrote notes and drew pictures for their Grandpa. We tied them to the wreath and placed it gently into the casket before it was closed.

Meredith, Steve’s sister-in-law, created a beautiful slideshow filled with photos from Jim’s life — decades of memories, milestones, and quiet moments. Hazelle organized the service and luncheon. Steve and his brother Greg both spoke with love and emotion, and Jim’s last surviving sister, Marie, shared memories that brought smiles and tears. Family members from all over MN stepped in as pallbearers to honor a kind, humble man who raised an equally kind and grounded son.

I wish I’d had more time with Jim. But I’ll always remember the beauty of that early spring day, and the heartfelt ways we came together to say goodbye.