My father passed away 4 years ago on this day. Strange how everything about that day and the day of his accident, the 29th, will come rushing through my head like a tempest. I remember everything: what I was doing, the phone call, rushing to get my clothes in a bag, driving through the night with my brother Mark and sister Jill, talking most of the way but getting quieter and crying more the closer we got to the hospital. I remember the corridors of the hospital, the door of the ICU opening and seeing my grandfather with his arms open as we walked towards him. I walked into his room surrounded by glass and stood next to him holding his hand. He was gone. I knew it. But I could feel something still lingering there. Waiting to go. Waiting to say good bye. Last night I sat in my car driving home from a band meeting looking at my hand….seeing my Dad’s hand in my own. They are looking more and more like his. His DNA, his blood, his footprint there on my skin but my life underneath. I miss the long talks, the nights under the stars smoking a cigar with him and discussing the world….discussing God. Life is brief but Life True wonderful beautiful terrifying LIFE is like an apple breaking from a tree; it only exists in the falling, only in the space between the tree and the ground. My Dad’s life was deeply flawed, deeply passionate, riddled with mistakes, and riddled with beauty…….as I am sure will be my own…..but it was quit a ride, as he would say, on the way down. Loving and living big is the way we honor the dead….not hiding in depression in a hole. We will be back with them soon enough…..our time is still here walking this earth….so everyday I focus on the letting go instead of the holding on. I focus on letting go of the tree and letting myself fall because it is in those moments of flight and fall that I find life and God. I thank my father today for that beautiful lesson.
Below is an excerpt from what I wrote and preformed at his memorial in San Diego.
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MIKE YACONELLI MEMORIAL SERVICE
November 15, 2003
Trent Yaconelli
The reason I played this song at my Dad’s service is because it was his favorite song of mine. I play in a rock band called Five A.M. that travels around the western states. We are not a Christian band. At one point my Dad came to see me play and pointed out the songs he really liked which all had a spiritual element to them. He also said, “You know Trent you do a lot of songs that have the sex and rock-n-roll type theme but you are a better writer than that. Don’t be afraid to dig deeper and write more songs from the heart.” That was a turning point for me as a writer. I was writing songs that I knew the people in the bars and clubs I played in wanted to hear but I had a whole book of songs written down and in my head they needed to hear. I wrote “inside out” and when my Dad heard it he loved it. He loved the fact that I was singing Hallelujah in a room full of people…some drunk, lonely, broken, or lost. He told me those were the people that needed to hear that message the most. When the band was passing through Yreka my Dad asked me to play this song and few others at his church, that day will always be a proud and happy memory for me. The song is about not closing yourself off to the world. That even though terrible things happen, even though it is difficult, even though there will be times when you want to crawl in your house and never come out you must live open because once you close down you begin to lose the capacity to love and receive love. Life is hard but in the midst of our own brokenness we must push forward and live boldly, forgive easily, laugh often, risk everything, and love big. My father did and I think that is why he liked this song.
Inside Out (hear the song)
I want to be inside out let my heart go walking about
And I will see everything in front of me
I want to let the light come in, no more walls to fence me in
And I will see the son in front of me
I will reach and I will crawl but I will be alive through it all
And I will bleed and I will shout
I will feel love again, when I am inside out
I want to be inside out face my armies of fear and doubt
And I will see them fall in front of me
I want to cross oceans of sand and feel the breath of god on my hands
And I will see water in front of me.
I will reach and I will crawl but I will be alive through it all
And I will bleed and I will shout
I will feel love again, when I am inside out
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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One of the most beautiful things we did at my father’s funeral was to have him in a plain pine casket. We then invited everyone up to draw, color, write whatever the wanted to on the casket. Below is a picture of Sadie who is the heart of my Dad’s Church Grace Community Church in Yreka and a dear friend.








































