Coleman family lays to rest four members killed in duck boat tragedy

INDIANAPOLIS, Ind. -- In the front of the sanctuary, dressed in white, Tia Coleman held up her hands and sang as the choir belted out “God is a good God, yes he is.” When the music picked up, she danced. Coleman said goodbye to her husband Glenn, and her three young children, Reece, Evan, and Arya.

Coleman and 10 of her family members went on a vacation in Missouri earlier this month. Nine family members died when a Ride the Ducks boat sank. Coleman and her 13-year-old nephew, Donovan, are the only survivors from the family. 17 people died when the boat sank, including the captain. 14 others survived with injuries and trauma.

On Friday, hundreds of people filled the pews at the Grace Apostolic Church in Indianapolis to pay their respects to Coleman’s husband Glenn, 40, her two sons Reece, 9, and Evan, 7, and her daughter, 1-year-old Arya.

Dressed in matching, all-white suits donated by Carmel’s DC Tux – with Arya in a white dress – the Colemans lay in caskets inscribed with “The GREAT Colemans.” Banners with the same inscription -– the family’s initials spell out G.R.E.A.T. -– adorned the church the day of the funeral.

Coleman’s former youth minister, Nicole Young Starks, was the first to speak.

“All the kids were special to me,” Starks said, “but Tia shined like no other. She had a special dance.”

Addressing Coleman directly, Starks offered a message of hope that ran throughout the day.

“Tia, I cannot promise you where, or when, but you will dance again,” Starks said.

At the height of “All in His Hands,” a performance by the Agape Apostolic Faith Choir that brought the hundreds assembled to their feet, clapping and filling the sanctuary with song, you could almost forget – almost – what brought everyone to the church Friday afternoon.

It was a brief moment of catharsis for a family preparing to bury four loved ones –- and who would do it all again the next day, when the remaining five Colemans would be lid to rest.

Starks, the master of ceremonies, wanted people to stay there as long as they wanted.

“I got specific instructions that if the spirit of the Lord came into this place, not to quench it,” she said.

Bishop Gary L. Burt, founder and pastor of the Agape Apostolic Faith Assembly, was first to speak.

“When I first heard about this I said, ‘This is a Job test,’” Burt said, referencing the story of Job who, in a test of his faith, had his family, his wealth, and his health taken from him.

“Sister, there’s an end to this,” Burt continued. “Somehow God’s gonna do the God thing.”

It was a message each of the pastors had for Coleman, and one the choir, returning before the eulogy, echoed in the first line of their medley, “I’ve got a feeling everything is going to be alright.”

In his eulogy – at times breathless in its grandiose fervor, but also soft, emphatic and punctuated throughout without assertions that God loved the Coleman family and that he had a plan, however inscrutable, for Coleman –- Coleman’s pastor, Suffragan Bishop G. Victor Morrisey Jr., spoke of the man Glenn had been.

“I believe that Glenn could have got away himself. I believe he could have saved himself,” Morrisey said. “But he saw his family. He wasn’t going to leave his family.”

In his obituary printed in the funeral’s program, family members noted that Glenn doted upon his children. He coached in “Dad’s Club Football League” and worked with his kids using “Black Millionaires of Tomorrow” children’s flashcards. The program noted that Arya, the couple’s youngest child and only girl, held Glenn’s heart particularly in her hand.

Arya, her obituary said, was a “diva in the making” and would fuss and coo at her brothers.

Reece, the oldest, was a 4th grader at Brookview Elementary School with a “carefree soul.” Like his mother, he loved to dance.

Morrisey described Evan, the middle child, as the smart one – the responsible little brother.

Prior to the eulogy, a video played of moments from the Colemans’ lives: Arya, sitting in an infant’s toy chair, head bobbing back and forth as she struggled to stay awake; one of the boys singing happy birthday to an aunt; Glenn making faces to amuse Arya.

At the request of the family, the service ended with an altar call from Morrisey. Although no one came forward, it prompted Morrisey to reflect upon how Reece and Evan would always be the first to the altar, every Sunday.

“Now Reece and Evan aren’t here to lead us,” Morrisey said. “Now you’ve got to want to love God for yourself.”

The sanctuary then emptied out into the field behind the church for a balloon release in the Colemans’ honor while pall bearers loaded the family into the hearses that would take them to Floral Park Cemetery for interment.

The last of the balloons were still barely visible, floating off into the afternoon sky, as the procession took off, bearing its precious cargo and a woman asked to bear an unbelievable burden.

“We talk about who is the most gifted person we know. And that is up for debate,” Morrisey said as he closed his eulogy. “But I will tell you something that’s not up for debate: the strongest person we know? That’s Sister Tia Coleman.”

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