The Funeral

I've never been to a funeral that has lasted two hours.

There was the usual worship, slide show, and sharing from family and friends.  There was a lot of laughter.  There was crying. There were funny stories, typical Rick memories, and realizations that he was more than the surface person we interacted with each day.

Everyone had given him a ride.

But the greatest moment was shared by his brother-in-law.

On his last trip to Walmart he asked Rick why he always said "my place", referring to where he lived and didn't just say, "home".

Rick replied, "Because it's not my home, it's where I live right now."  My home is heaven.

A revelation for all of us.

And as I remember him in future days, I want that to echo in my consciousness continually.