My 95 year
old neighbor Kathleen's body was buried Wednesday. Here are some thoughts about the funeral with scattered comments:
During the
service a man was introduced and sung a very sincere Christian song. I recognized him from someplace but I had to
think where. During his song it occurred
to me: Gumby! He was a part time rural route carrier many years ago
at the post office I worked at . He was
hard to place because it has been at least 30 years ago and of course he had
aged, as we all have. Somebody at work
tagged him "Gumby" and it stuck with him. He had a perpetual half smile, he was skinny
and he took high steps, just like Gumby.
He did not like being called Gumby and quit.
About a ten
or so years ago I ran into him at a mutual friend's birthday party. He was not very friendly. I think in his mind he linked me with the
bunch that nicknamed him Gumby. Which
wasn't true, I was trying to shake a nickname myself: Lightening.
He told me
then he was a full time rural carrier out of Alpharetta. Good for him.
During the
"Celebration of Kathleen's life" the pastor told how she loved to play
the organ. She learned early in life and
played the organ at church. In fact,
they bought one which is in her living room.
I thought,
"I didn't know that about her and I never seen a organ in her living
room." I had my doubts if the
reverent knew what he was talking about.
Maybe he got this and another funeral's subjects mixed up.
Kathleen's
three granddaughters, one at a time came forward and told their personal times with their
grandmother, then all three at once. It
was emotional and joyfully.
After the
funeral while the family and others went to the burial we went to Kathleen's
house to set up the food, for they invited everybody at the funeral to come by
after the service and meet.
At
Kathleen's house I was outside bringing in some food when the neighbor's
daughter on that side (we live on the other side) hollowed over to me and ask
how "Mrs. Killian was doing?"
She died I
replied.
"She
what!!??)"
"She
died. The funeral was this
morning."
She said,
"I have known her all my life! Why
didn't someone tell us?" She was
crying.
Heck! I don't know!
I shrugged my shoulders.
That is a
hard job to notify everybody that you think should know.
As people
came I found an empty chair in the living room to sit. The first thing I noticed when I entered the
room was Kathleen's organ.
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