Just a few days ago, I got a very sad phone call from my sister, Mercy. Dad died suddenly at home - she said he’d been acting tired for a few days, but was still active with his congregation and keeping busy with little Fellowship.
I went to Windenburg for the funeral, leaving the kids at home with Henry. They didn’t really know my dad, and they’re too young to put through a traumatic (and long...) funeral service.
I know my dad and I didn’t see eye to eye, but I’m still sad he’s gone. Of course, I know he’s now with our glorious saviour, as he always dreamed.
We held his funeral inside the church he spoke in every week for years and years. My mom and sisters are inconsolable, but I think being in that church with him one more time brought them some comfort. Of course, sadness didn’t stop Mom from criticizing me and Hosanna for wearing pants...
I did tell my Mom I loved her and to let me know if she needed any help - little Fellowship is just a toddler still, and now Mom is all alone with no income and a bunch of young kids still at home. Maybe she’ll move in with one of my brothers... I’m not sure Arrow or Shepherd would be too thrilled about that.
Even Praise of all people showed up at the funeral - she and I played some music during the post-funeral reception and generally tried to avoid talking to the guests as much as possible.
