wordy wednesday
Wednesday, June 4th, 2008
So yesterday was the funeral I mentioned. Matt took off work to go to the funeral. He got to know Louis while we were dating and then in the early years of our marriage. He was instrumental in Matt’s baptism, and Matt really thought a lot of him. The funeral was short. And sweet. I only got upset once during the funeral during congregational singing of the song, “His Grace Reaches Me.” I remembered somewhere in my mind that Louis loved that song.
I had a funny memory of Louis in my mind during that song … We (the youth group and several sponsors including my parents) were in Clyde, KS for a missions trip. We had a VBS in the small town, did a lot of door knocking etc. The town was/is very old with a main street of two story buildings. We stayed above the church and had access to the American Legion Hall next door. That room was mostly used for meals and playing games in the evenings. Some of the boys set up a trap in a doorway with flour. Meant for someone else I’m sure. Louis’ wife Ann got out of bed for some reason and was the recipient of all that flour. She looked like a ghost. It made Louis so mad (he was very protective of his wife) that he chased them around that building at full speed. I laughed so hard. The whole thing was unforgettably funny.
The interesting thing about the funeral was how many people from my past I saw. I find it a little sad that I only seem to see people at funerals these days. We always say, “Let’s get together sometime when it’s not a funeral.” And then don’t. I saw so many people from my old youth group including an old boyfriend, “Robbie.” Matt was really patient as I visited with all those people. He finally waited in the car telling me he didn’t feel like a funeral was a place to work the crowd. I told him it was the only chance to see all those people and I wanted to speak to them, hug them, etc. He was just upset I think, there have been too many funerals lately. I guess that’s part of getting older.






