It is truly amazing what you learn at a funeral of all places! I now know that my cousin Shannon name is his middle name and not his first. I also know that my uncle is the one who taught my daddy about Drywall and that he is the one who built the church that he preached at.
Ok let me give you an update on what I am talking about. My uncle R.J. (I also now know what that stands for) passed away on Saturday around noon. He has been battling with cancer for quite awhile now and the cancer won, well today was his funeral. He was a Pentecostal reverend, my cousin Greg is going to follow in his footsteps.
During the service I learned all the things I listed above. I had no idea of any of this. It was an interesting funeral, for anyone who has never been to a Pentecostal service be prepared, they were jumping up and down, yelling, and holding their arms up alott. It was neat though. So my uncle is now joined with my Papa up there waiting on the rest of us.
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I'm sorry to hear about your uncle. Ironically enough, some of the best times my family ever had together was at funerals. Go figure.
If you know where the person has gone, it's a reason to celebrate really. We'll be together again, someday; you just miss them until then.
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