Earlier this year I was contacted by a young woman in
Yuma (a community in the far Southwestern corner of ) who’s father had just passed away. He had often spoke of having a piper play Amazing Grace at his graveside. Arizona
I accepted the engagement without hesitation, and 48 hours later at five in the morning I found myself packing my pipes into the car for a three hour drive down to
. The drive down was uneventful. As the dawn broke over the vast desert ushering in the new day and I arrived at Desert Lawn Memorial Park about two hours early. This gave me ample time to tune and get the lay of the facility. The lush green grounds were a beautiful contrast to the desert I had just crossed. Yuma
In due time family and guests arrived, fond memories were shared, and a moving service delivered. This was followed by a salute rendered by a Veteran’s Military Honor Guard, and that followed by my humble piping of Amazing Grace.
The odd thing was that people thought it strange a Piper would drive three hours one way just to pipe for sixty seconds. I guess they can not understand, nor can I adequately explain, how great it feels to provide this “release” for those grieving. The old Celts knew that only the Pipes can provide this.