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For a family in mourning, 'Taps is emotional, powerful'

Posted Friday, July 31, 2009, at 7:06 AM

Once again, the strains of a bugler playing "Taps" wafted through the air of the Worthington Cemetery this week when Sonny Hinchman was laid to rest down in the "new section" in a row with the final resting places of both his father and Matt Kimmell.

Sonny's story was one I might have written but I had to be somewhere else that day and wasn't able to go to the services so Timberly Ferree found her way to our beautiful park to meet Sonny's brother.

Tim wrote a wonderful story about how Sonny always tried to do the right thing, and she was deeply touched in the process. After the interview, she sent me a text that said, "What an inspiration!"

That was just the beginning of her experience.

Reporters attend events, snap pictures, write down names, ask questions, sit through meetings and it's kind of a daily grind. But then, there will be a story that is different -- it's not the daily grind. I don't want to say it's more important than other stories, because they're all important. But it's one where you just feel like you want to make sure you get it right.

The services on Monday was one of those times. Thank you Timberly for your good stories. You got it right.

My experience with military funerals and the traditional things they do at the burial started when a member of my own family was buried with full military honors. It's hard to put into words how much it means to the family.

Thanks to all the men and women who volunteer then spend many hours in training for what they feel is a honor -- to be a part of a ceremonial unit sent to honor the fallen one.

My town is small, and now two men who lost their lives in Iraq have been laid to rest in the cemetery. Doesn't seem quite fair but then to have both of those men be from the same family?

I remember a couple of times in my life when I was trying to cope with a difficult situation, someone reminded me of that saying that God doesn't give you any more to handle than what you can bear. One time I replied that I thought maybe He had pushed me a little over my limit.

For a family in mourning standing in a cemetery, "Taps" is haunting, melancholy, emotional, powerful. It's also beautiful, restful and peaceful. The tones and the words linger in the heart and mind as you head home -- with the reminder one needs to make it through the night.

"Day is done, gone the sun, from the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh."

Through it all, God is there.

Anna is a staff writer at the Greene County Daily World and may be reached by calling 847-4487 or by sending an e-mail to indianarose@fastmail.us .


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www.buglesacrossamerica.org is a not for profit organization through which people can find a live bugler to perform taps for military funeral services. I'm but one of thousands of members of this organization and would like to encourage any trumpet, cornet, flugel or bugle player to join. Please consider honoring our fallen heros by becoming a member of bugles across america.

-- Posted by Mr. F on Fri, Jul 31, 2009, at 9:03 AM

I'll be honest...I wondered why in the world the "other" reporter covered this story and not you, Anna. My first gut reaction was that she just was not the appropriate person to write about Sonny. I was concerned that her personal opinions about the war would somehow interfere with her ability to share the truth about Sonny's outstanding contribution to the world.

But, as is usually the case, God had something else in mind. I think you saw this too, Anna. Maybe, just maybe, a life may have changed as a result of that interview.

And Anna, God doesn't give us more than [He and] we can handle [together]. We can't do it alone! Like you, in those times when I know I can't take it anymore, I hand it over to Him. I like another similar saying: "I know God won't give me more than He and I together can't handle; I just wish He wouldn't trust me so much!"

Keep on doin' what you're doin' Anna. There are many who treasure you more than you know.

-- Posted by Lorhagatha on Sat, Aug 1, 2009, at 2:33 PM

When our baby brother Sonny left to go be with God, our hearts were suffocating with grief. It was hard to think. It was hard to breathe. It was choking. Sonny loved deeply, and it was reciprocated back. I think The depth of your love is parallel to the depth of your sorrow. Thank you for honoring our brother by covering his journey home. We read it daily as we waited for Sonny to come home. We went to your website to read comments wich were so comforting to our hearts. You never know when you are making memories, or when a life will be affected by your actions. Thank you for the stories that were written about Sonny. I wrote this the other night, I hope it stirs a smile from Sonny in your heart. Often when I write, words become windows that when I open it, or look through it, the word manifests itself into an image filled with significant memories and dreams. Everytime you speak or hear the word "sunny or Sonny", let that word manifest an image of Sonny, smiling, enjoying the moment...at Peace. When you hear Sonny's name, he is touching your heart and giving you a memory. That image is timeless. Gloria

-- Posted by Gloria Hinchman Groves on Thu, Aug 6, 2009, at 12:19 AM


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