They Come In Threes

They say things happen in threes. Last week I sat down and penned a letter to the cemetery where we will bury my mother's remains. I had to choose a date and a time. After checking with my sisters I informed the director that we would arrive at 11 am on Wednesday, July 2. I mailed the letter on Tuesday or Wednesday
 of last week. On Friday a friend from church lost her 97 year old mother. The service is at 10 am Wednesday, July 2. On Saturday my daughter in law's grandma passed away. The service is at 11 am Wednesday, July 2. There is obviously no way I can attend either of the other two services. In spite of the fact that I haven't been to a funeral service other than my mother's in what seems like a long time, I now have three all on the same day, at roughly the same time. I'm not sure why God worked it out that way, but He did.

Ours will be a simple gathering, just me and my sisters, and one daughter. We'll probably remember a few things about Mom and say a prayer or two. Perhaps we'll play some of Dad's music on the car stereo or have him sing a song. Perhaps there will be a few laughs and a tear or two, and then we'll go out to lunch. It's always bittersweet closing these chapters in our lives, but I think it's time.