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Memorial Service

Sherwood Park Alliance Church

Tuesday, October 31, 2000

2:45pm

 

Officiating:  Pastor Al Andrus

Assisting:  Pastor Leighton Gust

Organist:  Mary Gust

Pianist:  Lorraine Schuld

 

Scripture/Prayer                   Pastor Al Andrus

 

Hymn:                                     “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” 

 

Eulogies:                                 Ed Tjostheim

                                                  Daryl Kroner

 

Poem:                                       Ken Kroner

 

Scripture Reading:                 Glen Tjostheim

 

Special Music:                        “He Hideth My Soul,”
                    Pastor Leighton Gust

Message:                                 Pastor Al Andrus

 

Closing Hymn:                       “O That Will Be Glory”

 

Closing Prayer                       Pastor Al Andrus

 

Pallbearers:                            Doug Farrugia, Heinz Rueck, Bruce Robson,
                   Ed Tjostheim, Glen Tjostheim, Gordon Wenzel

 

Internment:                            Glenwood Memorial Gardens

                                                 (prior to memorial service)

 

After the memorial service, everyone is invited to have lunch in the atrium.

 

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A Portrait of Ted Kroner  

A twinkle in your eye, a gift of gab, a ready smile

        Stories to tell, kindness to show

        Endless energy and zest

Complete lack of guile

 

A heart for your country – you lived the dream

        An immigrant’s gratitude, a citizen’s pride

        A worker’s achievements

Loyalty, discipline always seen

 

A friend to all, a stranger to none

        Shared time, shared passions

        Always learning

Always welcome, always warm

 

Grandpa—Papa—of a brood

        On the floor, playing, laughing

        Young once again

We promise, they will remember you

 

A father of boys, a maker of men

        Strength, humour, heartache

        But always, love

Letting go, united again

 

A young woman’s knight, Irma’s love

        Soulmates’ dreams realized

        Life’s memories shared

First one called above

 

Child of God, a race well run

        From living the Life to seeing your Friend

        Being held by your Father

Hearing, “Well done.”

If These Walls Could Speak

(reprinted from Ted and Irma’s 40^th wedding anniversary celebration,
 August 30, 1998)

 

        The house that Dad bought so many years ago to bring his bride home to has a wonderful story to tell.  It tells the story of adventure, humour, faith, pain and joy.  It tells the story of a young German immigrant who came to Canada for a better life and who found it in hard work and in a lovely young farm girl named Irma.  It tells the story of a couple who lived their forty years together in one place, and yet have seen the world.  It tells the story of very busy parents who had three babies in fifteen months and lived to say, “It wasn’t that hard.”  It tells the story of unthinkable loss borne with unsinkable love and grace.  It echoes the story of life’s seasons as it welcomes The World’s Cutest Grandkids to play in the yard and sleep in the beds that once housed their fathers.

        If you visit Mom and Dad at home, you’ll get a short lesson in our family’s history.  Dad can point out to you the thirty-foot trees that were once seedlings we boys used to jump over.  You will see the backyard that he used to flood before work in the winter so that we could play hockey after school.  You’ll see where Goldie, the dog we begged for but who was really Mom and Dad’s, took them for walks.  You’ll see the garden, where Mom delights in watching her grandkids pick strawberries.

        Inside you’ll find Mom’s teacups that she has collected over the years, each with a story, and each waiting to be used and chatted over.  You’ll see Dad’s “Ham Shack,” where, through the years, he has developed friendships with people from around the globe.  You’ll find memorabilia from the many trips Mom and Dad have taken, as well as photographs of places and people they love.  If you look at the immaculate, tastefully appointed rooms and observe Mom and Dad’s ordered, peaceful life today, you’ll have difficulty imagining a time when life in this house revolved around three active boys.

        In the dining room, among wedding pictures of Daryl and Ken, you’ll see a picture of Keith, and you might get a glimpse into the void in our parents’ hearts.  Life goes on though, and joy comes in spite of sorrow, and now there are the grandchildren…  If you haven’t seen recent pictures of them, just ask Dad or Mom; they will be more than willing to show you the photo gallery in the hall and tell you all about Alexander, Michaela, Ryan, Sammy and “adopted” granddaughter, Katelyn Farrugia.

        Psalm 127, verse 1, says, “Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labour in vain.”  Mom and Dad, it is clear to all of us here tonight that you have not laboured in vain.  Thanks for keeping the faith and keeping the family.  We love you more than we can say.

 

O That Will Be Glory

 

When all my labors and trials are o’er,

And I am safe on that beautiful shore,

Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,

Will through the ages be glory for me.

 

O that will be glory for me

Glory for me, Glory for me

When by his grace I shall look on his face

That will be glory, glory for me.

 

When, by the gift of His infinite grace,

I am accorded in Heaven a place,

Just to be there and to look on His face,

Will through the ages be glory for me.

 

O that will be glory for me

Glory for me, Glory for me

When by his grace I shall look on his face

That will be glory, glory for me.

 

Friends will be there I have loved long ago;

Joy like a river around me will flow;

Yet, just a smile from my Savior, I know,

Will through the ages be glory for me.

 

O that will be glory for me

Glory for me, Glory for me

When by his grace I shall look on his face

That will be glory, glory for me.