We buried my mother today, in the town where she grew up, with her best friend, going back 83 years, at graveside.
I hardly know what to say. My emotions are still raw; I’m afraid to touch them. I know it will hurt. My eyes are sore.
Leaving the cemetery, we saw a new headstone. You won’t believe this, but it was crowned with the sculpted heads of… The Three Stooges. Moe, Larry, and Curly. The inscription said, “Don’t weep, laugh. It feels better.” I can hardly imagine what archeologists will think if they find this monument 3,000 years later.
I am not one of those Christians who thinks it wrong to mourn the dead. My mother, to be sure, is out of trouble now. Heaven has just become a livelier place. But her gain is my loss. It’s a big piece out of me.
I trust in God to heal me, as He always heals. But first I pay my tribute, in tears.