August Humer would have turned 60 today. He passed away just 10 days short. The services this weekend were crowded with friends, colleagues and loved ones from all over. Friday evening there was a special prayer service involving music and readings and people who were close to him sharing a few words. Yesterday was the funeral and burial and the church was crowded. The aisles were shoulder to shoulder with people and the door was open and there were people standing outside also. I think Gustl would have enjoyed the service. The music included choir and soloists with ensemble and, of course, organ. Many people spoke and it was challenging for me to understand everything, but what I did understand seemed to be very fitting to the life he lived. One person spoke about how Gustl was like an organ. He had so many interests and such a vast knowledge, just as there are many sounds and pipes in an organ, and he was able to make everything work together in harmony. I thought it was a nice analogy.

A plain wooden box, in keeping with the way he lived his life, serves as his resting place. It was a very emotional moment looking down at him and realizing that it would be the last time I would see him in this life. He didn't look like himself, laying so quiet and still. But I am thankful that he no longer has to struggle with the cancer that took away his ability to lead an active life. As we all followed the casket out to be buried in the graveyard beside the church it started to snow very hard. The snow and wind seemed to me to be similar to death. So cold and cruel and yet peaceful and with hope of a spring to follow. With the hundreds of people passing by to pay their last respects and perhaps leave a flower the ground surrounding the grave became quite icy and slippery. I was standing back with a friend watching as one person slipped and almost fell into the grave. I laughed and then stopped myself because it seemed irreverant. She smiled and said "Gustl would have laughed too".

After everything was finished everyone was invited to go to the fellowship hall to dry off and have something to drink and eat. It was nice to visit with others who had also been touched by his life. I met his children and was able to share with them a little of how much he had taught me. I didn't realize just how many people I had met while being here in Austria. It is kind of sad that it takes an event like this to bring everyone together, but it also is comforting to know that there is a network of friends out there willing to support you when you need it. It is with tears that I finish this chapter of my life, but with a new found confidence that I don't believe I would have gained anywhere else.

Ich bleibe hier. Ihr wandert weit, Nehmt mit von mir Standhaftigkeit.

-Hermann Broch

(This was part of a text used at the funeral and it translates something like "I will stay here. You wander further, take from me steadfastness.")