Attended another funeral this weekend.
My friend was 87 years old and died of cancer.
I found out so much about him during the funeral service. I guess that’s what happens when you put total strangers in a room who know the same person. They all have different stories, different views of the person and their character.
I can’t forget what one person said: “I know the person he is today, not the one from the past.”
I can say the same thing.
He was a gentle, loving, giving person and had a great sense of humor.
But that was not how he started his life. He abandoned his children from his first? or second marriage.
Only in the past year had he contacted his son, now in his 50’s, to ask for forgiveness and to reconcile with him.
His grandson, who he never met, was a minister and gave the eulogy.
His adopted daughter spoke of how he was a tyrant while she was growing up. Never had I seen that in his personality. Only gentleness.
In the Christian world we would call the change in his life a transformation. And indeed, he had Christlike qualities that one wanted to emulate.
I hadn’t spoken to him in over 2 years but he was one of those people who when you saw him it was as if no time had passed.
Goodbye my friend. I’ll see you in heaven.
