We held Mom’s funeral not too long ago. While I can’t say it was a real surprise – she’d been confined to a bed for almost seven years – you’re never really ready for something like this. She certainly left quite a legacy. I hope you’ll indulge me as I share a few thoughts and…
Christy found these posts on facebook as she read through her dad’s Timeline this week. I shared them during his funeral yesterday. I think they should be shared here, too. March 8, 2011: LOVE YA Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them? I was thinking…I could die today,…
I promise. This isn’t a post to try to get you to feel sorry for me. This isn’t a post to present myself as a martyr. This isn’t a post that’s shouting out “Woe is me! Look at how much craziness is going on! Please feel pity on me!” No. That’s not why I’m writing this….
I recently heard this story at a funeral I attended. I just had to share it… Junior was working in the field with his bib overalls on with without a t-shirt on underneath. Suddenly, mosquitoes began to swarm around him, attacking his bare skin. Looking for some immediate relief, and he ran inside and yelled…
There are several characteristics about our church that remind me of some of my earliest church memories. If memory serves correctly, the demographics are probably similar. It was a smaller church and you knew that the people really loved each other. I remember the church pot lucks were a pretty big deal. I can remember…
Christy’s step-mom’s mother passed away on Friday. Although it really wasn’t unexpected, that doesn’t necessarily make it less painful. We were in Mooresville all day today for the visitation and the funeral. Then we all went out to eat, which was a good thing because today’s also Christy’s birthday and I was concerned that we…
I’ve discovered that I get much more nervous in preparation for a wedding than I do for a funeral. I’m conducting a funeral by myself for the first time tomorrow morning. And I’m really not that nervous. On the other hand, even though it’s a few months away, I get a little nervous every time…
Shortly after finding out Wednesday night about Jimmy’s passing, I read this horrible story. Talk about piling on to my shocked state! I was rendered speechless for at least an hour. Any time I tried to speak – or even thought of speaking – the lump in my throat simply took over. I can’t imagine…
Kevin and I are driving down to Evansville early tomorrow morning. Another former member of our Scout Troop. And like Adam before him, Jimmy was the son of a Scout Dad and died at entirely too young of an age. I’ve known about his dad for years. I’ve even sat in on his Sunday School…
“I saw a sign on a strip of highway once that I would like on my gravestone. It said, End of construction. Thank you for your patience.” Welcome home, Ruth Bell Graham.