AddThis Social Bookmark Button
Free Dating

The wrong Funeral

posted 1/25/2008 2:15:06 PM |
11 kudosgive kudos what's this?
    report abuse
  Lisa46

I recieved this today in my email and had to share it. NO I don't know who wrote it but I borrowed it and ya know what?? It is great and since we are all looking thought you might like it also! (me)


This is really beautiful....

Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of the pew where
I sat.
I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother.
She finally had lost her long battle with cancer.
The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times.
Always supportive, Mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held
a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my
father's death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life.
When Mother's illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and
my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me,
the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her.
I counted it an honor.
"What now, Lord?" I asked sitting in church.
My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss.
My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while
clutching his wife's hand.
My sister sat slump ed against her husband's shoulder, his arms
around her as she cradled their child.
All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone.
My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping
her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the
Bible together.
Now she was with the Lord.
My work was finished, and I was alone.
I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church.
Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor.
An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next
to me.
He folded his hands and placed them on his lap.
His eyes were brimming with tears.
He began to sniffle. "I'm late," he explained, though no
explanation was necessary.
After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, "Why do
they keep calling Mary by the name of 'Margaret'?"
"Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary. No one called
her 'Mary,'" I whispered.
I wondered why t his pe rson couldn't have sat on the other side of
the church
He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting.
Who was this stranger anyway?
"No, that isn't correct," he insisted, as several people glanced
over at us whispering, "Her name is Mary, Mary Peters."
"That isn't who this is."
"Isn't this the Lutheran church?"
"No, the Lutheran church is across the street."
"Oh."
"I believe you're at the wrong funeral, Sir."
The solemness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the
man's mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter.
I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as
sobs.
The creaking pew gave me away.
Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more
hilarious.
I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me.
He was laughing, too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too
late for an uneventful exit.
I imagined Mother laughing. At the final "Amen," we darted out a
door and into the parking lot.
"I do believe we'll be the talk of the town," he smiled.
He said his name was Rick an d sinc e he had missed his aunt's
funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee.
That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who
attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place.
A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church
where he was the assistant pastor.
This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time.
In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter.
In place of loneliness, God gave me love.
This past June we celebrated our twenty-second wedding
anniversary.
Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, "Her mother
and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it's truly a match made in heaven."

Copy & paste to friend: (Click inside box; Ctrl + C to copy; Ctrl + V to paste)

   read more blogs!

Blogs by Lisa46:
The Hotel Bill
Two Little Boys
Who's watching you?
Tax Rebate
Loose Women Leads, Tips !
What Religion is Your Bra?
Call me graceful
Married 44 years
The Purina Diet
My day off!!
NachoBaby
shellsmack!!
The wrong Funeral
this is great
Kudo Whore???
Thank you
Today is THE day
As I wonder
Well I guess..................
Reflection of thoughts
The Hormone Guide
What you wish for!
My Two Day Vacation
Happy Brithday
The Month Before Christmas


Comments:

post a comment!

rescueremedy

Jan 25 @ 2:23PM  
Kudo to you ... Nice story
Wordsofwit

Jan 25 @ 2:28PM  
This is a true story. A friend of mine died about 15 years ago. He was to be cremated. Somebody somewhere screwed up. Another person had also passed away and when his family went to view the body of their loved one, there was my friend in the casket. "Who is this?" Oops.

Unfortunately, the other party had already been cremated in the mistake. My friend's services had to be delayed 24 hours because the ashes had to be returned to the other people and he had to be cremated. The good thing was that there was no charge for the cremation.
Ewe_Wish

Jan 25 @ 2:34PM  
Very Nice!!
lifeizabitch

Jan 25 @ 2:51PM  
So thats how to meet the woman/man of your dreams.
zena343

Jan 25 @ 3:04PM  
Lisa that is a great story!! Kudos
BritnBrat

Jan 25 @ 3:20PM  
That is beautiful and I can remember my mother, my sister and myself laughing at my fathers funeral as the preacher recited a brief synopsis of his life but only because he had said something that was humorous although it was not intended to be so. That and my aunts singing which was atrocious made the grieving much easier.
I don't think it disrespectful to laugh at solemn occasions if the joke is inoffensive and not directed at anyone. My father would have seen the humour in the service and probably would have laughed along with us all.
Oh and a kudo to you too
casuallylooking

Jan 25 @ 4:41PM  

Thanks for sharing this Lisa.

My funeral will be easy to recognize....I don't want funeral music played and I don't want flowers. I want bright colored helium balloons and cheerful music playing the whole time. I don't want my loved ones grieving, I want them to celebrate the time we had....
StraddleMyNose

Jan 25 @ 4:42PM  
Good story, Lisa. I'm giving you a kudo....shhhh...don't tell Canu!
dumblonde

Jan 25 @ 5:37PM  
oh, i LOVED this one!!!!!
NachoBaby

Jan 25 @ 6:33PM  
I's skippin the funeral stuffs.. and goin straight for the meat and taters.. I love ya new sex kittin pose!
NachoBaby

Jan 25 @ 6:54PM  
PS check your email I sended ya stuff back.. minus the extra head.
tjnriley

Jan 25 @ 10:11PM  
so sweet sunshine..:) truely a marriage made in heaven..
onehornytoad69

Jan 25 @ 10:18PM  
Awesome... THX!!!
Tosses You kudo for sharing!
sugarnspice005

Jan 25 @ 10:57PM  
Wow...that was very nice. Kudo to you.

free dating | mission statement | testimonials | safety warning | report abuse | safe list | privacy | legal | 2257 | advertise | link to us

© Copyright 2000-2014 Online Singles, LLC.
OS-WEB01
The wrong Funeral