Something I just read that brought a smile to my face:
My husband was a pastor so we often went to the local funeral home for visitation and prayer. This one time, I was asked to sit with a little girl in the lobby while the parents went in to visit grandma. The little girl was about six and kept asking about the old man in the back room which was the undertaker's kitchen. I could not see him, but she was so insistent I walked her in the kitchen… anything to keep her busy and from going to find her parents. She had a nice conversation with the invisible man including talking about her grandmother’ death. It sounded very enlighten for so young a child from what I heard. Her parents came out and she went home.
Afterwards, I mentioned the incident to the undertaker. He smiled and said that that was his father. He was the previous undertaker and died from a heart attack in the kitchen. He loved children. After his son took over the business, he would help out by entertaining children who came to visitations with their parents.
My husband was a pastor so we often went to the local funeral home for visitation and prayer. This one time, I was asked to sit with a little girl in the lobby while the parents went in to visit grandma. The little girl was about six and kept asking about the old man in the back room which was the undertaker's kitchen. I could not see him, but she was so insistent I walked her in the kitchen… anything to keep her busy and from going to find her parents. She had a nice conversation with the invisible man including talking about her grandmother’ death. It sounded very enlighten for so young a child from what I heard. Her parents came out and she went home.
Afterwards, I mentioned the incident to the undertaker. He smiled and said that that was his father. He was the previous undertaker and died from a heart attack in the kitchen. He loved children. After his son took over the business, he would help out by entertaining children who came to visitations with their parents.
