Somebody, put up the balloons and the streamers! At the Saginaw city council meeting, we’ve got birthdays in the house.
“It is my honor to give this proclamation,” grinned Mayor Pro Tem Floyd Kloc as three stocky gentlemen from the Kiwanis Club clustered at the podium. “I’m also a member, so it’s quite special to me!”
“Be it resolved,” he read, that the city “does extend this expression of gratitude to the Kiwanis Club of Saginaw for their service over the past 100 years.”
A proud centenarian stepped forward. “One of our signature projects is buying dictionaries for all the third graders in Saginaw public schools. Last year we bought 386 dictionaries, I believe.”
Dictionaries? As in, old-fashioned autocorrect? Classy move.
The Kiwanis may have been turning 100, but I hope they know how to respect their elders–because an even more senior group was also blowing out candles.
“I represent the Plumbers & Steamfitters Union, Local 85. We turned 125 years old on May 1,” a significantly younger man informed the council.
“I am a little partial to Local 85,” admitted Council Member Michael Balls coyly. “My son attained his journeyman card through the plumbers union and he lives in a big beautiful home with a three-car garage and stuff like that.”
Balls nodded with the satisfaction of a proud dad. “It’s been real rewarding to him.”
As it turned out, Saginaw was about to witness another son do right by his dad.
But the circumstances were anything but cheerful.
“Proclamation in memory of Brent R. Smith, whose rich and abundant life came to a close on March 3, 2017,” read Mayor Pro Tem Kloc, standing to shake hands with a long line of bereaved family members.
The bespectacled teenage son then stepped up to the microphone.
“I’d much rather have my dad up here receiving this honor,” he said while family members folded their arms behind him.
“He was greatly influenced by his grandpa. They were best friends and they’re most likely hanging out right now as I speak.”
“All of his hope and trust was in Jesus Christ,” he continued quickly, so as to avoid becoming too emotional. “He and my mom raised the three of us kids to be god-fearing Christians as well.”
While the audience stared silently at the floor, the boy punctuated his eulogy with plainspoken Midwestern piety:
“My dad did so much for so many people. There’s one thing that we know for sure in all of this: when my dad was standing before god, he heard the words, ‘well done, good and faithful servant.'”
From the back row, a slow clap began. Council Member Brenda Moore slapped the table and stared kindly at the Smith daughter.
“I came in with the young lady and I told her she was so beautiful. You are beautiful,” she repeated in a grandmotherly tone.
“And thank you so much–mom, family–for sharing your husband with the city of Saginaw.”
Then, ending the council meeting on a note of good fortune, she revealed: “I hope that you start to enjoy the sunny weather. I’m actually gonna plant a garden this year with the help of my friends. We’re gonna plant a garden!”
And with that, the cycle of life, death, and birth was complete in the span of a single city council meeting.