Funeral Services for Jack H Goaslind

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Funeral services for Jack H Goaslind

Conducting: Bishop Briant Farnsworth Brothers and sisters, we welcome you on this occasion when we honor Jack H Goaslind. We extend love to the family, the Goaslind family, and we acknowledge the friendship and the example that he has been throughout his life to all of us.

We have on the stand today President Gordon B. Hinckley, Second Counselor in the First Presidency of the Church. Additionally, we have Elder Thomas S. Monson, Elder J. Thomas Fyans, Elder Richard G. Scott, Elder Grant Bangerter, Elder Vaughn Featherstone, Elder William Bradford, and Elder Eldred G. Smith. We appreciate these General Authorities being with us today.

Also on the stand is Bishop David Ogden of the South Cottonwood Ninth Ward and Bishop Jay Facer, former bishop of the South Cottonwood Ninth Ward, as well as President James H. Pingree of Salt Lake Mount Olympus North Stake.

Jack H Goaslind, eighty, died May 29, 1985. He was born October 15, 1904 in Preston, Idaho, to Joseph Henry and Clara Sabin Goaslind. He married Anita Jane Jack, June 15, 1927, in the Salt Lake Temple. He retired as President and General Manager from Carver Sheet Metal Works after fifty-eight years of service. He served as bishop of the Ivins and East Millcreek Fifth Ward and as president of the Mount Olympus Stake. He was a member of the Rotary Club, Utah Manufacturers Association, Executive Association, Sons of the Utah Pioneers and the Chamber of Commerce.

He is survived by his wife and sons, Jack H Jr. and Don H, Salt Lake City; Keith H, Tigard, Oregon. There are fourteen grandchildren, thirteen great-grandchildren, sisters: Mrs. Dale Harris, Mrs Phyllis Walk, and Mrs. Pearl Ruf.

Pallbearers that will be serving today are David Goaslind, Mark Goaslind, Bryan Glaittli, Boyd Edman, James Hopkins, Mark Christensen, Paul Price, Marvin Oakeson, and Dean Kundis.

On a very personal basis, I would just like to express my love of Jack H Goaslind. I was a youth in this ward when he was the first bishop of the ward and he was a remarkable example to me. My father worked with him as his first counselor. I think through that experience I gained even greater love for this man. As a bishop he had a tremendous assignment in the East Millcreek Fifth Ward. He was responsible for this chapel we now sit in. It was his responsibility to supervise and take care of the building of this wonderful building that we have enjoyed for so many years.

We express thanks on behalf of the family for all the kindness and thoughtfulness shown to them. We appreciate the lovely flowers that have been sent and your

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attendance here today, especially those who have traveled long distances. We express special thanks to the owners and staff of the Hillside Villa for their care of Jack Goaslind and their kindness to his family.

We appreciate the Relief Society sisters of the East Millcreek Fifth Ward and the South Cottonwood Ward for providing and preparing the food that will be served to the family at the South Cottonwood Ninth Ward, 1160 Vine Street, following the services.

The family prayer has been offered by Paul Price, a grandson-in-law. Prelude music was provided by Virginia Weeks of the Fifth Ward. The invocation will be given by Keith H Goaslind, a son. The program will follow with a vocal solo by Robert Peterson, who will be accompanied by Lois Janke. We are sorry that this was not included in your program. A tribute will then be given by David Goaslind, who will represent the grandchildren. An organ medley of favorite hymns will be played by Rhea B. Allen, a close family friend. We will then hear from William A. Carver, a cousin and former business associate, and he will be followed by Bishop Joseph E. Jack, a nephew. At the conclusion of Bishop Jack’s remarks, Sister Anita Goaslind would like her son Elder Jack H Goaslind Jr. to say a few words. We will then have another vocal solo by Robert Peterson, who will be followed by President Gordon B. Hinckley, Second Counselor in the First Presidency, and long time friend and associate. Jack Goaslind served on the high council with President Hinckley when President Hinckley was President of the East Millcreek Stake. Following President Hinckley’s remarks, Jack H Goaslind Jr., a son, will give the benediction.

The interment will be at the Salt Lake City Cemetery immediately following these services. Donald H Goaslind, a son, will dedicate the grave. There will be no police escort to the cemetery so we encourage those in the cortege to travel safely and obey the traffic signals. For those of you who may be unfamiliar with the area, we will travel along Foothill Boulevard to 13th East, north to South Temple, west to M Street and north to 4th Avenue, which is the entry to the cemetery.

Invocation by Keith H Goaslind, a Son Out most kind, Heavenly Father, we’re thankful this afternoon for the opportunity that we have to attend this memorial service for Jack H Goaslind. We’re thankful for the attendance we have here—so many fine people. And we’re thankful for the life and example of this fine individual that we honor here this day. We’re so thankful for the gospel and for the understanding we have of the meaning of life in this meeting; that Thy Spirit will be here in rich abundance; that we might all feel of Thy presence and that we might all know the wellbeing of Thy Son. We pray for those who take part on this program that they will be blessed with Thy Spirit; that they will be able to say those things that are in their heart and express themselves and be able to make the proper tribute to Brother Goaslind. We’re thankful for all the blessings that we do receive at Thy hand and pray for Thy special blessing to be with each of us, especially Brother Goaslind’s wife and family that all will continue well

Funeral Services, JHG with them. And now, we ask for Thy blessings upon this service, and we do it humbly, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Vocal Solo by Robert Peterson, “Going Home”

Remarks David Goaslind, a Grandson Love you Grandma, I would just like to first of all thank Grandma for the great honor of representing the grandchildren today to pay tribute to our grandfather. I’ve had the opportunity for the last couple of days of talking with the grandchildren and to try to put together a few thoughts of some of the things that have meant the most to us as we remember the life of Grandpa. What we’ve done is we’ve written a letter to Grandpa, and I would like to read that letter to you now.

Dear Grandpa:

We know that you cannot be here physically, but we are grateful for the testimony of the gospel we have to know that in spirit, you are here. We want you to know how very much we’ll miss you, but we also want you to know how grateful we are for the memories we have; memories which will never be taken away.

You’ve shared so much of your life with us. Who could ever forget the great love you have had for your grandchildren and the love they have for you. You always had a smile for us, Grandpa, and even sometimes, even to Grandma’s dismay, in a loving gesture, you would even sometimes stick your tongue out at us, only to be verbally scolded by Grandma, turning to you and saying, “Now, Daddy.” We remember grandma calling you the biggest tease or saying that you were acting just like one of those kids again whenever you would get a towel out in the kitchen and start flipping the kids, or pulling our hair, or squeezing our thumbs or fingers, but we knew you were just playing, because there was always that ever-present smile of yours, along with that little laugh. We understood. Sometimes, though, we wondered if the older people understood when you were doing the same thing to them.

Going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house was always a favorite thing to do, but you made the holiday always seem so special; so much more special, with all the surprises you would have waiting. It was all Grandma could do to keep little hands away from the dinner table when we knew that underneath each plate lay a brand new crisp five-dollar bill. But it didn’t have to be just the holiday, for we knew that you, Grandpa, must have owned every quarter that the world ever knew of, and we knew that half of those you carried around in your own pant’s pockets. We could always hear you jingle into a room and couldn’t wait for you to get up from the couches or chairs so that we could check the cushions for the new missing coins.

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I think, though, the only time we could drown out the jungle of the coins, was when you were out cutting your lawn. How disrespectful other people were, out there cutting their lawn and pulling their weeks, just wearing their common, ordinary work clothes. Didn’t they know a white shirt and tie, with slacks and polished shoes were required to do such jobs? That’s what Grandpa wore!

Grandpa, you also taught your grandchildren that there was another great love in your life—that being Grandma. You taught us what a wonderful, eternal marriage could be; what a special place Grandma held in your heart. She was your princess and everyone knew it. What a gentleman you were to her, but we understand that that wasn’t always the case. Grandma tells us that there was a time when you wouldn’t open her car door for her, and so one day while going to church, she stayed right in her seat in the car and watched as you jumped out of your seat and ran into the church. Upon arriving inside the church, realizing that you weren’t there, he turned around, came back out to the car, and sure enough, there you were, sitting in your seat. From then on, what a wonderful example of a husband you were!

You and Grandma seemed to go everywhere together, from McDonald’s to the University of Utah basketball games, to sitting downstairs and simply watching and laughing at Edith and Archie Bunker on All in the Family.

We know by your example, the eternal love you and Grandma share. We know also the love you have for your Heavenly Father and know Heavenly Father loves you and is so appreciative of your years of service in the Church. We know from stories that you’ve told us that at one time in your youth the Church did not mean that much to you, but the testimony you gained changed that. You served your Heavenly Father as bishop and stake president, among other callings, and taught us by your example that we should serve also in whatever way we were asked.

Most of all, Grandpa, you taught us love. Love for our family, love for our Heavenly Father, and particularly today, a strong love for you. Don’t worry about Grandma, Grandpa, with fourteen grandchildren and thirtee plus great grandchildren, we give you a promise that we will take care of her and love her just as you did.

That you, Grandpa, for your life, for your example and for your testimony; a testimony of the gospel that you lived day after day after day. We know we shall al be together again one day and at that time be free of all the sadness we feel this day. Our words may never express fully the gratitude we feel for you, but we know that our Heavenly Father has probably already said to you, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”

Grandpa, we love you and until we meet again, take care. 4

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All our love,

Your grandchildren.

I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Organ Medley of Favorite Hymns by Rhea B. Allen, a Close Family Friend

Remarks William A. Carver, a cousin and former business associate Anita, Jack, Keith and Don, brothers and sisters, it’s with trepidation that I accept your assignment to speak for a few minutes. And even though I have known for years that if this ever happened, that I would get this assignment, I don’t know why it’s still so frightening to me.

I want to express my love to you. I want to express my love for Jack. I have lived in the shadow of a great man for nearly fifty years and I don’t think that’s a very easy assignment, even though I may have been a thorn in his side a few times during that period. But he’s a man to be loved, he was a great man, as I have said; he was a hard worker; he was an efficient worker, and I have never been able to figure out how he apportioned his time in such a way that he could handle his business affairs and his church affairs with little or no conflict.

At one time he mentioned about one of our mutual friends (he was a bishop), how he let the Church work interfere with his business and how his business suffered because this man didn’t take care of both. And he chided him and criticized him slightly because of this and yet I never knew Jack at a time in which it could be said the he defaulted on either side—his church or his work.

He was perhaps a record in the Guinness World Book of Records in that he came to work as a temporary employee and lasted for fifty-eight years. When my sister was doing the books for my father, who originated this business, she decided in February of 1923 that she wanted to go to California for a vacation with her girlfriends. Jack had newly arrived from Preston in Salt Lake and I think he was looking for something to do, happened around the shop and Dad said, “Well, you can fill in for two weeks while Geneva is gone.” So he came into work, at the end of the two weeks Geneva called from California and said, “I’m not coming back right now. I’m going to stay awhile.” So, Jack stayed on and like I say, after fifty-eight years, he had a chance to retire.

Jack worked in the office. He quickly learned the art of estimating. He was the epitome of his peers in estimation work. Anybody in the business would always quickly find out what Jack’s bid was and if they could say it was anywhere close to Jack’s, they said, “Well, I’m all right. I can bid this job. I’m in good shape.” So, they looked up to him, the architects called him, he was their handyman in trying to give

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them information for their work, to detail their work, and he did a wonderful job over all those years.

Up until 1948, he worked as an employee of my father and at that time, I had returned from the war, and my father wanted me to become a part of the business, but he decided in trying to give me a share of the business and to start me into it, he had another son there, and that was Jack. He might not have been his blood-son, but he was his son. And so, Jack and I were made equal in the partnership with Carver Sheet Metal Works in 1948. This lasted for four years, when my mother became ill and my father decided to retire and go to California. We incorporated the business and Jack was named President and General Manager at that time. That was 1952. Jack remained the President and General Manager for the next twenty-nine years until he retired at the end of 1980.

Now, it’s a wonderful thought, to think of all the years he placed in that business. It’s wonderful to think of all the good he did for the business; how he built it and how it grew, as I’m sure he was responsible for most of its growth during that period of time. There must have been someone who did not read to him this little poem. I think he epitomizes everything in which it says, or that he answers it in the affirmative.

Where do you fit in this world of ours, With its hustle and bustle and work? Are you one of the throng that helps it along, Or are you with those who shirk? Do you do your job with a smile or a frown? Do you carry a grouch all day? Are you one of the flock that watches the clock? Are you working for more than pay? Is your job man-sized and worth the while?

When you tally up the score, Are you keeping fit and doing your bit, And perhaps a wee bit more? Are you one of the average just drifting along? Are you listed as profit or loss? Are you stalling for time, or starting to climb? How much are you putting across? Just pull in your slack and count up your score, Locate what you’re aiming at, and aiming to hit, Don’t waste ammunition and all of your ambition, But find out just where you fit in.

Jack fit in the Carver Sheet Metal Works. He was an integral part of it and he worked hard for many, many years. He had a way of getting your attention and I thought you might like to hear this little bit about him. 6

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He never liked golf. We tried to get him to play golf. We couldn’t get him to play golf. He couldn’t see why somebody would go out and hit that little white ball around and chase it up and down the green fairways. But, one of our foremen at the time was a champion amateur golfer; he liked to putter with it. He brought some clubs down to the shop one time, put them out in the back of the shop and during the noon hours the men would take these practice balls, these little plastic balls that you can hit and they don’t go very far, and they would practice during the noon hour with these balls and hit them down through the middle of the shop.

During the flood in 1952, we found many golf balls in our yard after the mud and water had settled down, and for some reason or other Jack had picked up two or three of these golf balls and sat them in a tray on his desk. They remained there for many, many years. Nobody knew why he kept them. But this one day, Wally had come over to him and said, “Come on, hit one of these golf balls. Let’s see it you can do it. I think you can do pretty good.”

Finally, Jack said, “All right. I’ll hit one.” So he grabbed the club and he sat a ball down, took a swing at it, and he hit it just as clean as a professional except that it went down through the middle of the building and it hit the rafters at the top, it hit the machinery at the sides and went all the way around the building, ricocheting back and forth. Nobody knew that he had picked up one of ht elight balls off of desk and put it down there to hit and you should have seen everybody diving for cover. After that, if he came out and grabbed the golf club, everybody ran. Nobody stayed in the shop. But, I’ve never been able to decide why he didn’t hit one of the windows instead of everything else.

Jack also had a little lesson, I think, at one time in human nature. We had a shop up on 3rd South right next door to the Miles Hotel, where it is now and Jack being the very, very friendly person that he was, he seemed to know everybody on that block, all the way around. You would ask him who was in that building. “Oh, I know . . . “ so- and-so is over there. Well, up the street, on the other side, on West Temple, was a little clothing store run by a Jewish person named Saul. And Jack went up there one day and bought a pair of shoes. He brought them down to the shop and he put them on and wore them for one day, and the soles fell off. So, he went back up to Saul and he said, “Saul, I want my money back.” Saul said, “No, I’m not going to give you your money back.” “Well,” he said, “I want my money back. I want these shoes to be made good.” Saul said, “No, I’m not going to give you your money back. If I give you your money back, I’ve lost money, a friend and a customer. If I don’t give you the money back, I’ve lost you as a customer.”

He was a great accommodator. Every time he went up town, went up into the business district, or on any sort of an errand, he would always ask, “I’m going so- and-so, is there something I can do for you?” And when I try to follow his footsteps now and do the things that he did, I don’t know where he found the time to stop and do all the errands for everybody that he asked if he could do them for. 7

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He was an “early arriver.” As Nita has said many times, she thought he was married to the place. He was the last one to leave up until about eight or nine years ago, when he still came early but he would leave at 4:30 or 5:00, which was still quite a day. And who or which one of us who would work more than eight hours and would say, “I want overtime for it.”

Another thing I remember about him was that we could count the years by the automobiles he had. He had a new automobile every year and it only fouled things up once that I can remember of. He had a red Oldsmobile. He always had an Oldsmobile—it was the only thing he ever bought. I had a red Pontiac and they were both parked in the front of the building. I ran out one day an djumped in the car to go someplace, I put the key in the ignition, the car started and I was ready to shift gears I thought, “This car doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like the right car.” So I looked around and sure enough, I was sitting in Jack’s car. My key fit his car! And all these chances that we had for that many times and the cars we bought, these two both being red, one a Pontiac and one an Oldsmobile, and the keys were matched. I don’t know when you would find that out any other time.

Jack had perhaps two serious automobile accidents in his life. The first one was back in the forties and he was coming back from Ogden, and I can’t remember if it was Knudsen corner or Kneeds corner, but west of Ogden down to where the freeway is now, and a truck came along and tried to turn in, missed and sheared the front end of his car off. Although, blessed was the time no one was even scratched, he had four or five people in the car with him, nobody was even hurt, but it just sheared the whole front end of that car off. When we got back and the bookkeeper we had at the time, Vern Perry, was closing out the job that he was up there to work on, and Vern had added on the bottom of the ticket, one new Oldsmobile. When my father saw that ticket, he about went through the ceiling and hollered for Jack to come up and explain what one new Oldsmobile was on the job cost.

But, we had fun. Jack had a sense of humor as you’ve heard before. He was a great man and it’s hard to follow in his footsteps. I wish you our love, I wish you the blessings of the Lord, Jesus Christ, and I can say that I have a testimony and know that He will keep you and sustain you, and I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Remarks by Bishop Joseph E. Jack, a Nephew

So when a great man dires For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him, Lies upon the paths of men.

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His light has been upon the paths of many and especially his family. I’m proud to be a part of that group and to represent them here today. When I heard of Uncle Jack’s death I just knew you were going to call upon me to talk and I’m grateful that you sustained that feeling.

When I think of Uncle Jack there are many things that I think of and I tended to categorize them. You know, sometimes you go to a funeral and you don’t know who they are talking about when they get up to preach a sermon. I think you’ll know who I’m talking about.

One of the things that was very important in Jack’s life was his good sense of humor. Did you ever see him when he wasn’t happy? When he didn’t have a smile? When you didn’t hear him laugh? I can’t remember. You always felt good when you were around Jack. People liked being with him. He was an attention-getter like joking or teasing. As mentioned by the grandchildren, he was probably the biggest tease they ever knew.

Gwen told me about a thing that happened last night as the grandchildren were standing around the casket, tears in their eyes and saying, “Can’t you tease us one more time?” I don’t think I ever remember seeing Jack upset, or mad, or angy and I’m sure he couldn’t be, but I know he could be a stern task master. He expected as much out of those with whom he associated as he gave himself, but he never kept a grudge even though he might have been upset.

Another thing was his generosity and thoughtfulness. If he had a creed in life, it might have read like this: “To live is not to live for oneself alone.” He certainly did not live for himself along. Jack was a giver. Those he helped will be unnumbered— missionaries, Christmas donations to a bishop to help those in need, 4th of July family picnics at his place. We all contributed, but Jack contributed the most.

A new home which we came home to and found rain gutters on it. Nobody asked for that. Whenever he came to the office there was always a box of candy left on the desk. The children have mentioned the quarters he always had in his pocket all the time. Family members, those who were lonely, he was always there to do things. My mother, he was always taking places. Aunt May was going to the basketball games. Uncle Roll came, he always stayed with Jack and Anita. There was always a big bowl of cherries, his favorite, there. Sharing with others was a big part of his life.

One of the other things I think about is the family home. What a great love for his home and family. Pride that he had in his wife, in his children and in his grandchildren and that also went to his extended family—those of us who were not immediately there with him—he was attentive to us also. He didn’t miss a farewell, a homecoming, any special event. He and Nita were always there.

And so, I think of Jack; I think of home—a place where there was never a stranger. He lived for thirty years on Ramona Avenue and that’s my first recollection of the 9

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Goaslind Family. It was a small, little place, but it was a home. And then on Plateau for about twenty-five years and then on Vine Street for another five years. Each one was a special place. Oliver Wendell Holmes has said: “Wherever we love, is home. Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” That was Jack’s home.

Perhaps the most special thing about Uncle Jack was the husband-wife relationship. They have shown us what that relationship really ought to be, with love and devotion to each other, good times and bad. The daily visits for many years to the rest home, feeding and caring for him in spite of the fact that he couldn’t remember what had happened. The great emotional and physical support, the buoying up of each other, no matter what the circumstances.

A wise man has said this: “Circumstances in life we can’t control. What we can control is the manner and attitude in which we meet them and deal with them and then endure them.” Nita, you’ve shown us that manner, that attitude, how to deal with and how to endure. You’ve been a special blessing to each of us family members and friends. You’ve been a part of our lives and he has been a part of our lives and we are the better for it.

Life is eternal and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. Uncle Jack and Nita have increased our sight, have broadened our horizons. We’re saddened by his leaving, but we’re grateful for his release and mindful of his reunion with loved ones on the other side. I’m sure as I stand here that my own mother and father greeted him as he arrived there.

May we honor his name by the lives and deeds we live so that we can emulate his example and may the Lord bless each of you, Nita, Jack, Keith, and Don and your lovely families, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Remarks by Jack H Goaslind Jr., a son

I think I’ve spend a lot of time in the last few years particularly, reminiscing a little bit about the lessons that Father has taught to me and my brothers and so many others who have had associations with him. Many of those have been recounted today already, but I wanted to take some time and share one that I think has had a real impact on my life, particularly the past few years.

I don’t ever remember my father receiving a telephone call or an assignment of any kind in the Church that he didn’t respond to immediately. It didn’t matter what time it took or what the conditions were, he was ready to go and serve others.

Last evening so many of you came up, shook my hand, and recounted experiences you’d had with him. There isn’t any way that I can express appreciation for that. I learned many things about Dad last night. Some I knew and some that I didn’t know, but I am grateful for his life of service.

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The only desire that I have, if I could say this to my dad today, is that I hope that his family, not just me, but all of us, will be as ready to respond to the call to help someone else as he was.

You’re all friends and I can’t tell you how much we love you for what you’ve don’t for Dad and hope you know what he’s done for you. I rejoice in his life. I’m grateful that he wasn’t just a father, but a very, very close and personal friend. I rejoice in the opportunity that has been ours to wait on him in the last year and a half. What a thrill it’s been to feed him his dinner, to bathe and help change him, to do things that don’t sound so pleasant, but after all he’s given for us, I’m grateful I’ve had a chance to give a little back to him. God bless you, thanks for being here. We love you. Mother, you know how we feel about you—we love you.

May I just close by using a scriptural reference. I think that if Dad could say something to his eternal companion today, it would maybe be from the words of the Savior when he said, “In my father’s house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. Behold, I go to prepare a place for you, that where I am, you may be also.”

I know God lives. I’m grateful for that testimony which comes from the Spirit that my father helped me to obtain. I know Jesus is the Christ. I’m grateful for family relationships and that ours is an eternal family, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Vocal Solo by Robert Peterson, “I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked”

Remarks by President Gordon B. Hinckley, Second Counselor in the First Presidency, and Long-time Friend and Associate of Jack H Goaslind This has been a wonderful hour. An hour of peace, an hour of worship, an hour of tribute. I should be very brief. It would be inappropriate for me to talk very long. I would just like to add my word of appreciation concerning this good man I came to know many years ago when he moved into East Millcreek and gave of himself; many responsibilities which were given to him as also to Sister Goaslind, who served in the Relief Society of the stake in a remarkable and wonderful way.

I have thought as I have sat here today, what a tremendous family, to be able to stand at this pulpit looking over this casket, those who could speak with sincerity out of a great sense of love and appreciation—business associate, grandson, nephew, a son. Would that each of us could so live our life that when we go there would be a great send of void among those who knew us best.

Brother Monson and I were remarking before the service concerning the meeting we recently held of all the General Authorities in the temple. We hold such meetings once a month—Fast Day—and Jack, who has just spoken to you, was called on to bear his testimony and he spoke concerning his father with great emotion, which

Funeral Services, JHG came out of a great sense of love, of an appreciation for his father, for his example, for the goodness of his life, for the strength of his personality, for the integrity of his manner, and I think every man there was touched as this good son spoke with affection of his good father.

What a sad, but wonderful thing is death. What an important part of this great eternal plan of our Father. What course we meet as we shed a tear. The Lord has said, “Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die, . . . that they that die in me shall not taste of death, for it shall be sweet unto them.” (D&C 42:45-6) I’m satisfied as I’m sure each of you is that this is a daily practice of Jack, certainly as it is a day of sadness for his loved ones. This has become a time of release . . . the pain, misery, and suffering to a new and better way and the separation which has occurred comes, makes possible a time of preparation, for reunions which inevitable will follow, and which will be sweet and wonderful and cause for great joy. Lord bless you, Sister Goaslind. May you know that peace and comfort which comes alone from Him who said, “I, even I, will comfort . . .” Our prayers reach out to you with love and appreciation as they do to each of your family. We loved him not perhaps as you do, but we loved him for the man he was, for the friend that he was, for the example of faith that he was as we worked with him in the cause of the Lord. We pray for you. May his memory sanctify and bless the life of each of us, I humbly pray in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Prayer by Jack H Goaslind, a Son Our beloved Heavenly Father, with hearts filled with gratitude, we pause now at the conclusion of these memorial services for Jack H Goaslind, beloved husband, loved and appreciated father, grandfather, and great-grandfather and a friend to all. We thank Thee, Heavenly Father, for the solace, peace, and sweetness of this hour, grateful for the words of expression, for the way this choice son of Thine has touched each of our lives; for the goodness of his life. We appreciate so much the blessing that we know comes from Thee, Father, in the association one with another, and pray that our memories will never fade; that we will only rejoice in those memories and count our blessings. We acknowledge deep gratitude for testimony, for faith. We know that Thou are our Father, our God, and we love Thee. We know that Jack loved Thee and showed that by his life. We’re grateful for the sacrifice of Thine Only Begotten Son, which gives us assurance that life is eternal and that once again we can reunite family relationships, friendships and look far beyond the moment. We are grateful, Heavenly Father, to have thy choice servants here, particularly President Hinckley, with his busy schedule. We know how Dad loved him and pray that thou would bless him in his life and the responsibilities that are his.

Now, be with us, Heavenly Father, as we journey from here to the place of interment, may Thy spirit go with us that we may travel in safety, that the brief services there will go as planned. We give thanks for the gospel and all it means in our lives, for each other, for love. We pray humbly that as we conclude these

Funeral Services, JHG services now, we might be united as one in Thy cause and in Thy purposes, that this Thy work might grow and develop throughout the earth . . . and we thank Thee, Heavenly Father, for all we have and are, and ask for a benediction now in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.