The past few days have been very full. My hubby's auditor, who had retired about 6 months ago, passed away at the young age of 62 from a sudden heart attack so Dennis went to the funeral. He said there were about 200 people at the funeral. That he was very involved with his church and there was a genuine and overwhelming love for the man. Because the gentlemen was an avid golfer and enjoyed fishing, they played it up big time. They passed out golf tees with his name on them...very touching! They also had a couple of poems in the "In Loving Memory" program, they handed out. First, there was a cute caption under his picture that read, "Meet Me at the 19th Hole at Heaven's Clubhouse".
White and dimpled, rather small
Oh, how bland it does appear
This harmless looking little sphere.
By his size I could not guess
The awesome strength it does possess;
My life has not been quite the same
Since I chose to play this game.
It rules my mind for hours on end.
A fortune it has made me spend
Upon coming to hole #7, they noticed it had a huge water hazard that they had to hit over to get to the hole. Moses went first and after hitting his ball into the water he went up to the ball and parted the sea and hit the ball to within 10 ft of the hole...no problem. The second golfer, Jesus hit the ball into the water, however, again no problem...he just walked on water and hit the ball about 1o ft away. The third golfer, the wise old man, hit the ball, and just as it was heading towards the water, a bird grabbed it in it's beak and flew over towards the green, where he dropped the ball and a squirrel knocked it in the hole. At which time, Moses turn toward Jesus and said, "I sure dislike playing with your Dad". hehe!
So it's just the two of us realizing that when we are gone, and people weep for us and grieve, let it be because we touched their lives with love, laughter and happiness. That we not only lived life but celebrated life and all the glorious beauty that God bestows on us. That we lead by example a good, honest and loving Christian life that shines with pride and is not tarnished by shame. Because along with our memories, it is our "name", That remains with our loved ones, just the same...