Wednesday, February 15, 2006

When a pastor's wife dies...

Today, I went to the funeral of someone I really wish I could have gotten to know better. She was the wife of a pastor to whom I am close. Our church has never been so crowded as long as I've been there. It was so crowded, in fact, that the sanctuary ran out of hymnals, and I had to help a visiting pastor find more.

She didn't look her age, but she was about 61 years old. She was famous for her loving personality, her faithfulness to God and to family, and her recent love for quilting. She and her husband have three surviving children and several grandchildren. She died suddenly Saturday of a massive heart attack. Fortunately, she probably never knew what happened: she probably would have likened it to going from our world one second to Heaven at the blink of an eye.

I will miss her. My only regret is that I (and so many others) never got to say goodbye.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I too went to the funeral of my good friends mother yesterday. Mary was a young 61, had four children...3 sons and one daughter. And one grand-daughter. She will be missed greatly by all those who knew her. Her smile is what I will miss the most.

Mrs. T. Swede said...

That was probably the same funeral if you're in the same city as me. Did I mention "I really wish I could have gotten to know her better"? Truth is, I knew her husband better than I knew her or the rest of their family.

Mrs. T. Swede said...

You are in the same city as me. (I track my visitors.) It was the same funeral. Thank you for correcting my errors. Next time, don't be afraid to leave your name. I won't bite...too hard. :)