As the funeral procession snaked the 90 miles to my father’s final destination, I couldn’t help but smile and be so very proud of what was taking place. When we were making the arrangements for my father, my brother told the funeral director, “We don’t need a family car”. This was not at all about costs. This was the fact that we did not need someone to drive us “home”. And so….my brother led the procession and I ended it. Through the Mississippi Piney Woods we traveled to a place known by many names….Taylorsville, Summerland…but for my father the “Holy Land”. I marveled as I watched the son taking his father home. Home where it all started. Home where our ancestors lay. Home where my father would rest until the Lord comes back for him. We have peace knowing that some day the true “Son” will return and take us all home to be with Him in eternity.
Welcome home Daddy!
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