A funeral and a story

On Thursday, we will be traveling to Vancouver to attend the funeral of Cons' uncle Dale who died of complications from lung cancer. He will greatly missed.
Although it will be great to see all of the aunts and uncles, cousins and 2nd cousins that live all over the country, it is also, for us, very somber because we don't believe that Dale had a saving knowledge of God.
We have been praying that Dale would see the need for God before the end.......
A friend of mine has been to a couple of funerals lately and has been thinking about her legacy and what will people say about her when she is called home. It has made me pause and think, as well.
What is my legacy?? What will people think of me?? Will there be lingering questions of my love and devotion to those I love???? Did my life honor my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?????
Hmmmm......
I do hope that there will lots of wailing and knashing of teeth, though....
Speaking of wailing...I have a funny story:
When Lacey was 3 yrs old we had a kitten that died and she began wailing about this kitten and
how she loved it and why did it die......well, her wailing was so loud it was heard by my friend, Kimberly, from across the street behind 2 closed doors!!!!!
As Kimberly wrapped her arms around Lacey to comfort her she pulled her back and made her promise that she would wail in this same manner at her funeral.
Lacey promised and continued the wails even while I wrapped it in a linen and put it in a box and carried it to Walla Walla where we were headed that morning to see my nieces Christmas pajeant. When we arrived there, 2 hours later, Lacey was still wailing and my sister, Karen, met us at the car after hearing the wails. I quietly told her what happened, then she saw the box that Lacey was handing to her and asked, "What's in the box?"
She fainted.......I caught her.....then I began to laugh.
The End.