Thought I would share something I think many of you will appreciate and even enjoy. Someone I know here in Indiana passed away and we had his church funeral service today. Not going to share a lot, but he was a bit of an outdoorsman, farmed (including a maple syrup grove), and was just a neat and good person. He had cancer, but kept it mostly to himself until he had to share the news. He died surrounded by family and love.
He arrived today in a simple, plain, unvarnished or painted wooden coffin via a hearse, was brought into the Church and given the funeral service he deserved. We all got to line up and say goodbye to him at the end, before the top was put back on and we sent him on his way to Missouri to be buried on Monday. We escorted him back out, where he was loaded into the back of a pick-up truck to be driven to his final resting place. So appropriate for him!
Gonna miss him, not going to lie. But I’m sitting here laughing as he’s going out to Missouri in the style he wanted. I can only imagine, but can hear him saying ‘Just throw me in the back of your truck and get me out there.’ God Bless!
The best friend I ever had owned half the property this cabin stands on. He always told me if he died to just toss his carcass up in the back forty where we buried all the dogs and let nature take its course. Not possible but I think he approved. No organized service, I carved a head stone in a moss rock boulder with name and dates. Took his ashes up in the yard with friends and put him in a post hole and set the 1140-pound stone on top. Me and the friends drank a toast.
salute!
We are going to see more and more of these, until eventually and surely one will be ours.
My college roommate says that his colonoscopy came back clear five years after colon surgery , good news. Another friend had successful prostate surgery. But one fishing buddy succumbed to cancer two weeks after diagnosis.
I think my stroke was God’s warning that I’m still human and won’t live forever. His will be done.
The reminders we get on that do wake us up, don’t they? I’m at a point where it is much like the path I am walking in Church, except there I don’t know precisely where it leads. For both, however, it is indeed ‘Let His will be done.’
Footintheforest, it sounds to me like you did well by your friend.
Laughingwolf, I’d say your friend would be satisfied.
When I’m gone, I’ll not need this shell anymore. Remember the old poem, “Do not stand at my grave and weep”.
I think if he was watching them get the coffin into the truck, he would have been smiling if not laughing.
From the dirt I came, and unto the dirt will I return — until Judgement Day.