The Final Word
*As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside
service for a homeless man who had no family or friends. The funeral was to
be held at a cemetery in the remote countryside and this man would be the
first to be laid to rest there.
* *As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost and being
a typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late.
I saw the backhoe and the crew who were eating lunch but the hearse was
nowhere in sight.* *
* *I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to the side
of the open grave where I saw the vault lid already in place.* *
* *I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but this was
the proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their
lunch. I played out my heart and soul.
* *
* *As I played the workers began to weep. I played and I played like
I'd never played before, from “Going Home” and “The Lord is My Shepherd” to
“Flowers of the Forest ”. I closed the lengthy session with “Amazing Grace”
and walked to my car.
* *
* *As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of
the workers saying to another, "Sweet Jeezuz, Mary'n Joseph, I never seen
nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty
years."*
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