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I had a pastor like that way back when. He was a great guy. So great that when I got married we looked him up in retirement and he agreed to drive a couple hours down from where he was living and doing missionary work to do the service. I was his last wedding.
When he died my ex and I made the trip a couple hours down in Southeast Alabama for his funeral. It started at the funeral home, then went about two and a half hours North to the tiny country church where he was originally from to be buried. We were in my 944.
The ex and I entered toward the end of the line of people paying respects to the family. We were behind an older couple, last in line, and when we got to his wife she was talking to us, and the older couple. She stopped and said, "Oh my...." We asked if she was alright and she said, "Yes... it's just that you all were the first couple Ira married," talking to the older folks, "and Jeff, you were the last he married."
I've often wondered about the odds of that happening. The first couple the new preacher marries and the very last one he married -- less than a month before dying -- entering his funeral at the same time.
Men like that, and your friend Bert, are assured of a special place in rest.
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"Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"
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