Funeral Food For Thought

Yesterday we said goodbye to a sweet lady. My mom’s aunt, our great-aunt, Ernestine Haney. She was such a sweet lady who loved to help others, and was always smiling.

The service was really nice. She’d said she didn’t want one of those “preachy” funerals, and I have to say, I was very thankful for that! We celebrated the life she’d lived with funny and sweet stories. We all know where she is, and while it’s sad for the family, I’m so happy for Ernestine!! She’s now having the time of her life! Perfectly whole, in the presence of God.

After the graveside service, there was food at the church. And in true Southern Baptist form, there was a spread of delicious goodies. My nieces, Tori and Ivy were the first in line. They’d been hungry for awhile. I knew that because I’d heard them complaining through the whole funeral procession. The procession that felt like a million miles. I’ve never understood why they drive so slowly.

Mom seemed to really enjoy the food as well. I could tell she was really pondering something, but I thought the funeral had most likely put her in a pensive mood.

We ate, and laughed, and bid our condolences and went on our way. On the drive back, mom went from pensive, to her mind totally being somewhere else. I didn’t say anything because it’d been a rough few days for her. I figured she just had a lot on her mind. She dropped me off, then proceeded to take my sister and my nieces to their car. I’d only been on the road for a short while when I got a phone call from my sister.

I answered and she seemed to be panicked. When I asked her what was wrong, she proceeded to tell me that our mom had tried to run her over with her car!!! What the heck?! Melissa said when she looked into mom’s eyes, they had a far away, glassy look about them. Was mom really going over the happenings of the past week, or had she been plotting to kill my only sister?!

Upon further discussion, we figured that mom was thinking that, if we had a death in our immediate family, she could get enough meals to freeze, and feed herself for at least a year. I knew she didn’t enjoy cooking as much as she used to, but geez! And in front of the children no less!

Fortunately the plot was foiled, when Melissa began screaming, which startled mom out of her trancelike state. Just as the car touched Melissa, mom snapped out of it. Maybe we should look into having some food delivered to mom.

Ok, so that was an (almost) totally made up story. Mom actually did almost run over Melissa, but it was only because she was waving goodbye to Tori and Ivy, and didn’t see poor, Melissa; not because she was plotting to kill her for funeral food. I’m so thankful for my family, who continuously provides me with writing material. šŸ™‚

There’s not a family on this earth that’s perfect. If you think yours is, you must be living on Fantasy Island. Please, tell Mr. Roarke and Tattoo I said hello! (Those of you who grew up in the eighties will get that one).

The point is, we didn’t end up with the families we have by accident, or by chance. God placed us with them. If your family happens to be bad, or you didn’t have an ideal life, don’t be bitter, or be a victim your whole life. Ask God what He’d have you learn from your experiences, good and bad. Maybe you could help others who’ve been through the same things. And to the best of all our abilities we should love those God chose to place us with. Love covers a multitude of sins.

All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 The Message

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