I wish that I could tell you that I have spent the last day in sorrow but in happiness at the funeral. Those who have spoken to me, know this is not true.
In January I was told that I could do the eulogy for my Gram. I was told that "we're just putting her in the ground" (yes those exact words) we're not have a eulogy. Only to find out on Monday, we are, apparently, I wasn't good enough to do it, the priest in doing (and oh, by the way, they wanted me to tell him stories so it would sound good - YFR). You think I did? Nope. not one. THEN yesterday, 5 minutes before the scripture service (which my family is so original and probably doesn't know any scripture - we did the same ones we're doing today - ones "approved" for funerals) they said if I wanted I could say my eulogy. "No" was my answer, and I am quite sure that Jesus then put duct tape over my mouth so I wouldn't say anymore. THEN after speaking with my friend who I assured, I am adopted, I walked in to hear them talking about me. OH! that was nice.
And my last pleasantry of my blog today someone said, and I quote "I'm surprised you turned out so good, I heard about all the bad things you've done". That was nice. How do you EVER recover from that, it's rolling around in my head like a ping pong ball.
So today, I am singing loud and proud, "I'm not who I was" AND "you never let go". I'd Youtube it but my computer is malfunctioning and I can't do it at my dad's house. SO sing it with me.
And the funny thing, they have no idea of the REALLY bad things I did, I only got caught by having a daughter. And God used that for His glory, because why? Romans 8:28 God works for all those who love Him. **not approved for Catholic funerals