for family, friends and neighbors to say good-bye.


His wife had died before him, he was ready to go.

Today, I attended a funeral for a 92 year old neighbor who died in his own bed with family at his bedside. He lived an interesting life, I even know a few tales that won't be shared at his funeral. It always amazes me, all the wonderful things they have to say about the person now that they are deceased. Funerals, is where the deceased is sent off to a better place with songs and prayers. Funerals, where you meet up with people you haven't seen in years to catch up on what is happening in their lives, you know the "well I'll be," "how long has it been?" "what's going on in your life?" and promise to get together but you are both aware you won't see each other until the next funeral. Friends and neighbors always seem to get a little older, makes me wonder what they say about me, surely I have aged better then they have.

Excellent personal story! I will be checking these 'creative forums more often, thanks to you! Johnny