Last friday, the pastor of my church died.
He was only fifty years old, and one of the nicest people ever to live. On the night he died, I was driving home from work and took a route that went past his house. I saw the ambulance there and new it wasn't good...
The visitation's today, but I just can't go to it...(I've had enough of funerals as it is.) I guess I just want to give my moral support from the web.
Pastor McCrum will truely be missed by all, but I like to think that he's in heaven and meeting my father for the first time. (My father was a member of a different church, and never met the pastor.) Ha, I can imagine how the conversation would go.
(Pastor, a relatively short man, is looking at my father, who was 6 foot five around the time he died.)
Pastor: So...you're 162's father.
Dad: Yes.
Pastor:...You're a lot taller than I thought you'd be...I can see where 162 gets her hair.
Ha ha....
...ha...
....
...*Sniff*
He was only fifty years old, and one of the nicest people ever to live. On the night he died, I was driving home from work and took a route that went past his house. I saw the ambulance there and new it wasn't good...
The visitation's today, but I just can't go to it...(I've had enough of funerals as it is.) I guess I just want to give my moral support from the web.
Pastor McCrum will truely be missed by all, but I like to think that he's in heaven and meeting my father for the first time. (My father was a member of a different church, and never met the pastor.) Ha, I can imagine how the conversation would go.
(Pastor, a relatively short man, is looking at my father, who was 6 foot five around the time he died.)
Pastor: So...you're 162's father.
Dad: Yes.
Pastor:...You're a lot taller than I thought you'd be...I can see where 162 gets her hair.
Ha ha....
...ha...
....
...*Sniff*







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