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    I found this on a blog and I thought you needed a good laugh or cry.

    The Wrong Funeral
    Gott'a love the humor God has sometimes!!!!
    This is really beautiful...God is not sleeping.

    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 heart break, 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 slumped 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
    this person 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 solemnest 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 and since he had missed his aunt's funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee. That afternoon began a life long 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."

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    That was great!! Thanks for posting.

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    That's awesome. I hope it's a true story.
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    What a sweet story.
    bonnie


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    Awwwwww, that was so sweet! (going to look for a tissue...)


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    Oh my gosh! That story made my cry! What an awesome story!

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    I've heard this before and it is supposed to be true, and I still read it to the end. I think it is a terrific story.
    Judith

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    Oh, my...that is a great story!


 

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