Memorial Service

The memorial service was held at 6PM on September 4th at the Cornelia Community house in Cornelia, GA.

Click here to download the service program. Click here for the musical insert.

Reading: Part of a Mountain Hike (1990)

Ridgeline walking is always a pleasure but it never lasts long. The
trail angles downward and suddenly there is a steep descent. Loose
rocks and exposed roots force my attention to the trail. Downhill
hiking is harder and more dangerous for me. I move very slow with my
eyes focused on the trail. I force myself to concentrate on where I
place my feet. Every foot and walking stick placement is a separate
consideration. Onward, downward, a little easier now, there are fewer
rocks, its not so steep and the trail is smoother. I begin to relax.
I look up. I am struck still! The image before me halts my step. For
a moment my heart seems not to beat. Before me is a soft green sun
washed highland saddle filled with dazzling white flowers that carpet
the ground like snow. Small pockets of purple, yellow and blue
wildflowers accent the scene. What I see is so powerful--a chaos of
blended images. The pure perfection of colors, forms and textures is
overwhelming. I force myself to blink, but it’s all still there. I
slowly walk down into the middle of the magical place. I stand and
stare. Sound and time and wind all seem suspended. I have forgotten
my heavy pack. I release the pack and carefully lower it to the
ground---fearful of losing the moment. I slowly turn, trying to
capture the images in my mind. Here in this place is a blend of
diverse life and earth forms that nears perfection. These places are
rare and I want to enjoy it, to capture and hold it within. Change
will come too soon. Other hikers will arrive, a cloud will move in,
the wind will pick up, it will never be the same again. That
wonderful combination of place and time will be gone forever,
existing like Camelot, “For one brief shining moment.”
--Harry Carter

Reading: Native American Prayer
Author: Unknown
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still in each new dawn.

To honor Harry's memory, the family requests that donations be sent to the Myositis Association (www.myositis.org or 1-800-821-7356).