Funeral experiences.

G'day Everyone.

It's been a while for me. I haven't posted because I've been remembering my good friend Steven J. Worrell. He died last Saturday, June 5, 2010. While I've planned to see him some time this Summer, I was more than surprised that he had passed away. Back a few months ago, I had an intuition of a feeling that he was going to be dying some time this year. But doctors and experts told me that he could be around for another 5 years or so. Some how, all these doctors and experts are wrong and that medical science couldn't help relieve the pain my good friend was in. It seems more to me now that God had, indeed, communicated his thoughts and feelings to me that in a way that Steven Worrell was going to be going home this year.
Should I be angry with several friends in Pittsburgh, PA, where he had been staying in a hospital before his transfer to Ohio, that said they "couldn't" help me to visit him because of the varied "excuses" they gave me? Perhaps I should be.

When you know someone is in the hospital and you are a friend in their area, assist a friend of a friend to see their friend in the hospital. Recently, I visited someone in the local hospital. No one else would do it for that friend. But I went to keep that person comforted. That person was glad and appreciated me. We're still friends.

But what if some one's from out of town? Why can't some people take the time to assist others and give an opportunity to help visiting someone in the hospital? I know my Pittsburgh friends are reeling with regret right now for not giving me that opportunity months ago.

Sadly to say, Steven Worrell is already buried so I don't have an opportunity to say good bye to the shell of his body. But they're having a memorial service next weekend. Do I feel like I want to go to the memorial service? I wish that I could. The distance and the drive is long.

So, I have decided to send a letter to them and they have a choice to either read it at the memorial service or put it in a memorial book for others. But the greatest thing is, Steven J. Worrell is saved and was called home to heaven. That is something to know that I will see my friend some day again. It's a comfort to know that he was changed before God to be something better. He will be the first to rise up before the Lord before the rest are called up in the rapture to come.

For all of us, this is a time of comfort for his friends and his family.
Funerals and memorial services are not easy for us. We all have different experiences with the said person. Some know them more personally and closely. Some are just friends.

I thank God that Steven J. Worrell no longer suffers on this earth. But I do thank God that he has been my friend. I got to know him and that he's a cheerful person. May God be a blessing and send a comfort of peace and grace to all of his family and friends.

Semper FI.

P.S. I will get back to my normal posting soon. :-)