February 26, 2017
Hey ya'll, it's me!
I have, on occasion in my life, had the * AHEM * talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time (I know, unbelievable, right?).
And today...I surpassed all my previous...ummmm....efforts.
I have been helping the family of an elderly gentleman who passed away get his house ready for sale the past few weeks. They are really nice folks. I have been honored to assist them in this difficult time of their lives.
This afternoon the Redneck and I were packing up the last of the stuff that the family didn't want, so they said that we could take it. I will do a 'haul' post later, and a video for my Youtube channel, Blessed In Bowie. Most of the items will be donated to a local thrift store, however I am keeping a few things for my family's use.
As I was packing up the kitchen, I noticed a square black wooden box on the counter. I wasn't sure if it was something I was to take, so I waited to ask the gentleman in charge.
I went on with the packing, but I confess I was curious about the box. I picked it up. It was quite heavy. Hmmm....probably some electronic device. I turned it over.
I shook it. No sound. Hmmm....
I went back to packing, and eventually the man in charge came in and asked how things were going. I showed him my progress, then picked up the box.
“Oh, that's mine, it goes with me,” he said.
Tossing it in my hands I said, “Okay, but just out of curiousity, what is it? It's really heavy.”
He grinned and said, “Oh...that's George.”
OH GOOD GRIEF, I'VE BEEN SHAKING GEORGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In case you haven't caught on, George was the gentleman who passed away. He had been cremated, and the box I had been so casually tossing in my hands was the container for his remains.
I felt like an idiot.
Without thinking, I looked at the box and said, “Oh George, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!”
I'm certain this story will be repeated in George's family for YEARS.
© Evelyn Edgett 2017