A HOMELESS MAN’S FUNERAL


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A HOMELESS MAN’S FUNERAL

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man.  He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and  the hearse was nowhere in sight.


There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the  grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.


I played out my  heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man. And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep.


They wept, I wept, we all wept together.


When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.


As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,


“I never seen nothin’ like that before, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.” Apparently I’m still lost … it’s a man thing.

Ahhh! Methinks we’re all lost – no laughing, girls!

Author: Unknown (& edited by Richard Bejah)


 


 

 


Quote:

“Life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond” 
 
 
 
~ Khalil Gibran

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