It is with some trepidation I post here

There are readings in the hymnals as well as songs and there are so many hymnals to choose from. I'm so sorry about your loss.

The point of the service is to celebrate your father and to help you all mourn his passing

Think back over what was meaningful to your dad: maybe you can incorporate some of that into the service

for exposure. Fear I'm one to be able to offer much help, but is there any song that was a particular favorite of your dad?

Here is a short poem read at the funeral of a dear Native friend of mine.
Perhaps it will fit with your fathers life on this earth or maybe it won't be appropriate. Not knowing anything about him nor what you are looking for I will offer this to you as a possibility. You may edit it to suit the man you loved and the man that loved you.
And I like it. Kinda fits with the free spirit in me, anyway.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. 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's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Don't stand at my grave and cry
I am not there.
I did not die.

Love & Peace in the days ahead Bainsbane
MHW

I ran across that in my searches online. I also like this.

On Death

Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Kahlil Gibran

and my father would roll in his grave, metaphorically, if that were read at his funeral. So that one's out. She suggested the Tibetan Book of the Dead.

"Rituals for our age" or something like that. I had the minister read the memorial service for my dad's funeral. It might be more spiritual than you want, but my memory is that it focused on relationships with the deceased.

Perhaps the attendees would like to sing some of them

A version of this was popular


This one is easily modified by adding lyrics


This one has often been used


Here's a song Pete Seeger popularized but Enya did better



Everyone knows this one

My sister arranged it. I'm not sure what she plans to sing/play but I need to find out.

No funeral home, so that will help. We're also planning to have food, some appetizer and fruit plates from Costco.

My sister is a bit of a control freak but backed off last weekend, which leaves it to me to put this together in a reasonable fashion. It won't run like clockwork, as she would have arranged, but I don't think it needs to either.

We asked friends to share memories. The things she did that made us laugh. The stories that we recite when we recall .. "Remember the time when she......"

The things that she did to make the world a better place

Thank you for sharing that.

For my dad we all, family and friends, met at my parent's house. Family who had something to say, said it, Music was a big part of our lives, so those who could, performed. So was food. We ate, we drank, we celebrated, and that was that. Food family music and friends.

By the time my mom died there was no family house to gather at. We all met at the cemetery, not that anyone is actually buried at the grave, we all get cremated, but we gathered, friends and family, and again we said what we wanted to say, and there was music even on a bitterly cold early march day, and then we went to a nearby restaurant and celebrated with food and drink.

Think "wake". No priests. No service. Raise a glass, eat, sing, remember.

I myself wanted to have it in the back yard, but my sister wanted something that accommodated more people. We already rented the space in the park. We are having the priest because he is a friend of my Dad's and someone has to officiate. None of us wanted to do it.

He wasn't into pop music, even of his era, but I have heard that song read as a poem at other occasions.

BB in ref to your upthread poem by KGibran. I love that, he He wrote with depth & I recall buying the first book he published back in the day. I felt like I had found my soul. Lol. I also bought a book caalled. "Johnny Got His Gun". That book did cause some controversy due to the Vietnam War issues at that time.
It was typical of the times and the message of a generation.
With no social media, the writings & music carried the message instead. I believe the college campus became the center for much activity & organizing.

May I ask the age of your hippie father?

I miss my old hippie friends from back then. Seems like the country evolved so rapidly but maybe that's just age remembering.

He died younger than he should have because of chronic pulmonary disease from smoking.

They should have lived on forever..Hope the perfect tribute just slides across your desk
Love to you BB.

I appreciate your suggestions and your well wishes.

later controversy about the book originated from the fact that its author Dalton Trumbo was imprisoned and blacklisted for refusing to testify before HUAC in 1947. For the next dozen years, Trumbo used frontmen to market screenplays, until Kirk Douglas revealed that Trumbo had been the true screenwriter for Kubrick's 1960 film Spartacus

Been a long time. I still have the book packed away, along with my love beads & peace sign jewelry.
I remember equating it with Vietnam but later hearing about the controversy of it.

I was intrigued and impressed the moment he & the nurse communicated.
Appreciate the mental shakeup..long time ago.

John Prine . A great lyricist.

Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger / And old rivers grow wilder every day / Old people just grow lonesome / Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"…

I'm sorry about your dad.

we weren't really sure what to do for a service, since he hadn't been a churchgoer in ages (raised Episcopalian, later UCC when we were kids, but no noticeable religion in at least 30 years). He had been living at a senior apartment complex affiliated with the Lutheran church (ELCA), so we contacted the Lutheran pastor who was the chaplain there. We explained to her that as far as we could tell Dad had been pretty much an agnostic, which didn't bother her (she said God loves you even if you don't believe in him), and we left it up to her to come up with an appropriate service. Most of his friends who would be coming to the service were Lutheran anyhow, and we knew Dad probably wouldn't care. So the pastor asked us to write out some memories which she read, and added a short homily and a few prayers. The music was classical because that's what Dad liked. Since funerals are really for the living, anything that your Dad would have been OK with and that comforts the survivors will be a good service. My condolences for your loss.

poems and readings for my mom's memorial service. Just type in what your dad loved and the word poem and see what you find. We ended up using a Mary Oliver poem. She has many nice nature ones. Not too religious.

We used 'Sleeping In The Forest' by Mary Oliver. I had seen it months before but felt it was too dark. Then when mom passed and I was there I saw the poem again and it was no longer too dark. Good luck on your journey. It was gratifying to find the right poem. My brother read it at the service.

I don't think I could top the suggestions made so far. Make sure his life was not lived in vain and fight for the changes he sought.

Sorry for your loss. I don't know who you are (except that you're a participant of DU) but I think that Emily Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for Death..." is a great poem for this sad occasion.
Just a suggestion.

achsa.

The woman was very into environment and felt that she was returning to the earth after being borrowed from it. It was all earthy songs like this land is your land, this land is our land and we'd like to teach the world to sing and different songs like that. I believe there was a Peter, Paul and Mary song. Additionally the poems were all environmentally themed. There was not a priest or anything but one of the children did keep it going. It was nice but very different then what I was used too. The family requested all participants to plant a tree in her honor.

My family was less into one thing or the other religiously. We picked and chose religions, being Lutherans, Unitarians, Jews, atheists, agnostics, Baptists, Methodist and there was the lone Catholic. Who felt rather oppressed as we didn't take it seriously.

We were all secularists and believed in freedom of choice and thinking, but saw the First Amendment and separation of state as primary. Different days back then, I guess.

Some embraced the poetry and metaphor of religion as I did, but overall for us the message that we all followed was the Golden Rule. We saw all religions as the same and just a search for the meaning of life such as science is, according to what knowledge different times had. When these religions started we didn't have modern science as we do now. That is my view of what religion was at one time for many, and picked according to upbringing.

But it looks like your family has a definite set of likes and dislikes. We made no ceremony of funerals in my family. For us, that was it, the hereafter being unknown and individual belief.

So that is where I fall in, that a funeral is merely for the comfort of those living. The dead have no concern. Follow the wishes of the family. I didn't want to have a funeral, period. but have family and friends who want one. So it will be simple and I will be in a colobarium or as I jokingly call it the commie cemetary. My ashes will be mixed with thousands of others. At one time I wanted to have my ashes in the Gulf, but after BP, I didn't want that. Two of my relatives chose to have their ashes put in the places the wanted the most. One had her ashes buried in a garden, the other had his put in the Gulf as he wanted to be connected to his homeland of Sweden. The thinkgs people think...

I know of one family that had a very large funeral in Michigan. They all came to see the interring of the patriarch of the family and played many songs that they felt expressed what he was to them.

I used to imagine having the Eagles Desperado and few other such things played for myself, but really do not wish to have anything remarkable for myself. I wanted to be left on a mountain of old growth forest to be at peace because that to me is the most spiritual thing on Earth.

Know that I will be thinking of you during this time.

That it was for us, not him. Right after his death, I think I was too full of grief to put up any resistance to my sister. We all have different ways of coping, and hers has been to organize and plan, get everyone doing this and that. So now that we've booked the park space, it seems to be inevitable that it will be a bigger production than I would have liked. At this point I just have to do my part in getting the various components of the service together. I think I'll suggest Hoppy's idea that we open it up to attendees to ask them to share stories about my Dad. I really like that idea.

I've built the slideshows for several funerals, sort of telling the person's life story, and putting it to music they loved. After, everyone shares stories about the person, how they knew them, how they met, or when they fell in love, funny stuff they did at work, you name it.

Uncle on my wife's side started a service for her grandpa by suddenly throwing a stack of pots and pans he'd hidden behind the casket, on the floor (scared the crap out of half the audience). This had special meaning for the uncle and his siblings, because that's how grandpa would wake them up for school some mornings if they didn't get up on time.

Stuff like that. Work in what was important to him. Who was important to him. What he did for a living, if he loved his work. We spend a quarter of our lives or more at work, and those people are often important parts of our lives too.

I don't think many people would consider that too religious, but it would certainly be appropriate for a UU service.

My condolences on your loss.

It sounds like your father was a great guy and you are an exceptional daughter.

The thoughtfulness that you put into this post and the replies will carry you far and I feel certain that whatever you do, it will be just the right thing.

I appreciate your kind words.

I hope it all turns out to be just right as it is and that there is "an opportunity for us all to get together, share a meal, and spend time together." Take care. ~ pinto