He Will... And, Did!

If you read Life with Lynnie (LwL) yesterday, you'll know that my deceased husband Gordon's Aunt Gertrude was not buried, after the visitation and funeral service on the day of my birthday, November 24th.

I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to attend Aunt Gertrude's burial, at 2 p.m. on Friday, November 25th.  I will tell you why, another day.

However, I was thankful that God provided for me to be able to attend her burial.  Thank You, Lord!

It wasn't surprising that there was only a few people attending Aunt Gertrude's burial.

Gordon's brother was there.  So was his wife.  Plus, one (1) of their sons, who also brought his young son with him.

Other than them, the two (2) funeral workers and me, there was only another lady there.  The lady that I had spoken and sat with, at the funeral home, after the service.

This lady was a hairdresser, who I had met and seen repeatedly over many years.  She used to go to Gordon's mom's home to do what she could for her. 

And, this lady had also gone to do the same for Aunt Gertrude (Gordon's mom's sister), at her home.

We stood beside each other, while the two (2) funeral workers joined us.  The lady funeral worker read some information from a booklet.

This only took a few minutes.  Then, it was time for Aunt Gertrude's burial.

Well, I need to say that the male funeral worker, is someone who has always been very nice to me, whenever I've seen him. 

In the past, when I attended a burial service for a friend's parent, he had looked at me over and over again.  Eventually, he asked me to sing.  So, I did.

At Aunt Gertrude's burial time, he looked at me over and over again.  So, I decided to sing.  And, did.

The funeral workers and the hairdresser lady stayed with me, while I sang.

Gordon's brother, his wife, son and grandson, walked away.

Was I hurt?

Yes, and no.

I knew in my heart that Gordon's family never really cared for or about me.  After his death, none of them have had anything to do with me.  So, I was partially hurt.

Still, I found myself not truly upset. 

After all, God is with me.  He helps me.  Always.

Much like we read, in Isaiah 41:10, "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."

I must admit, I was not dismayed for I knew God would strengthen me, and help me through this time of sorrow.  He did. 

The hairdresser lady and the male funeral worker both complimented me for singing.  And, commented about what a lovely voice I have.

Afterwards, I drove over to the cemetery next door, where Gordon is buried.

When I parked, I actually parked behind Gordon's brother and all his family members, who attended Aunt Gertrude's burial.  You see, Gordon is buried, near where his parents and some other family members are buried.

At this time, Gordon's brother spoke with me. 

He asked me about the flower-like wreath on his parent's grave.   I let him know I had made it and placed it there, for the season.  Along with Gordon's wreath, of course.

I must admit, it surprised me that he was surprised to see the wreaths, there.  It made me realize that it must be several years, since he and his family visited his family's graves.

To my surprise, Gordon's family members all walked over to his grave site.  The place where I will also be buried in the future.

This surprised me.  But, also made me happy that they seemed to care... about Gordon.

For this, I was thankful.  And, always will be.

Thank You, Lord!


Until next time...

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