Friday, October 22, 2010
"Just another bump in the road"
You just never know what each day will bring. It was a nice autumn day. We had a wonderful funeral honoring a young man that had been cut down in the prime of his life. After the long procession along the coast line, up to the old country cemetery, the pall bearers carried him to his final resting place.
That's when the his wife took me by the sleeve and pulled me closer. She whispered in my ear, "That's not his grave".
We continued with the service, so as not to alarm anyone. While they said their prayers, I was able to get the cemetery workers together and figure out what to do.
Once all the Amens had been said, we figured out where the grave was meant to be. Then after the family had gone, we pulled him out of the first grave, set him back into the hearse and proceeded to mark out where the proper grave was to be. Then filled in the first hole and started digging the second. Since the new grave was located under a 100 plus year old oak tree, there was a lot of roots to cut through and the weather started to change from sunny to wind and rain. But, as we always do, we were able to finish the job properly and he is now resting under that old oak tree.
Just another bump in the road in deed.