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One of my male Co workers had to endure a tragic health challenge for his wife. It was 6 months of constant trauma. She was his salvation thru out their 25 yr marriage . She was his rock.
Her death shook him to the core.
At the funeral service , held up in the hills . It was as back woods as you can get. The faith was Baptist
The attendees all in formal suits and the pastor boisterous.
That service was loud, with pounding of fist and dern- nation to our souls. The men on one side and the women kept to the back of the church
US outsiders were strewn about.
We seriously had tears....of laughter every time the pastor slammed his fist and spewed a portion of the Bible .
Why was it the worse funeral? Because the lady who we were terribly grieving was so filled with joy, she would have been laughing right along with us. That much we knew.
The fact at the grave site the pastor was still shouting made one of the guys in our group say....that dude is gonna be in a grave soon. That level of anger ain't good for the heart or our ears!
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