Those that Went before
Today my family buried the last of my Otto and Mable's (my Great Grandparents) five children. It was a touching ceremony in which the Pastor made sure that all in attendance were aware of my Uncle's (Howard) faith, just as the pastor did when my Grandfather (Lester) passed away six years ago. I know there were some at the funeral who believed it to be "too preachy" and not enough about Howard. The same people were likely those who complained about it when Grandpa passed but I can say, I hope that when it is my turn to go up "yonder" the pastor will make my funeral less about me and more about Jesus. For myself, the mention of my Uncle and Grandfather's faiths has special significance. You see, when I was a little girl, my parents did not go to church. Sunday mornings were for sleeping in and watching golf (okay that was mostly for Dad but Mom didn't attend church either). Likely, we would have followed the same path if not for my Grandparents