If there is any inkling of good that comes from the death of a loved one, it's this.
Family and friends flock together and hold on tight to one another.
And stories flood the air of the one who was sadly lost,
and the resulting tears and laughter are such good medicine.
So very good.
As we were grudgingly plowing through those first dark hours of the sudden passing of my father-in-law,
we locked arms with each other and poured over photos and the precious memories attached to them.
And I want to share with you one of many funny stories.
(I'm certain this offend someone. Just deal with it.)
This is a funny family story that we laugh hysterically at every time it's told.
I just wish my father-in-law could tell it to you,
because he would no doubt embellish it to make it all the more funny!
My in-laws spent a lot of time in Kenya, Africa, on the mission field over the years.
SO many lives redeemed and changed because of their work there!
I hate that I never took the opportunity to go with them.
Especially because of the naked African man.
in the little town near where they served, there was a man,
a naked man, who walked up and down the main street, pulling a rope.
A naked man, pulling a rope.
Up and down the road he went, day after day.
And in a horribly ornery missionary-moment, my father-in-law even
ran over his rope with the car, just to see what would happen.
It didn't even seem to faze the poor guy.
Then one day, news got around town that Naked Man Pulling a Rope died.
But, without a missed beat, another man took his place.
That's right, another naked man resumed pulling the rope through that little Kenyan town.
(Is that funny and twisted or what?!)
I'm so sorry.