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Mother’s Last Laugh

--by vishalsalian, posted Jan 11, 2008
Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat.  I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother.  She finally had lost her long battle with cancer.  The hurt was so intense; I found it hard to breathe at times.

Always supportive, Mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me when my father died, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life.

When Mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell to me, the twenty-seven-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her.  I counted it as an honor.

“What now, Lord?” I asked, sitting in the church.  My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss.

My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife’s hand.  My sister sat slumped against her husband’s shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child.  All so deeply grieving, they didn’t seem to notice that I sat alone.

My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together.  Now she was with the Lord.  My work was finished, and I was alone.

I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church.  Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor.  An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me.  He folded his hands and placed them on his lap.  His eyes were brimming with tears.  He began to sniffle.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he explained, though no explanation was necessary.

After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, “Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of ‘Margaret’?”

“Because Margaret was her name.  Never Mary.  No one called her ‘Mary,’” I whispered.  I wondered why this person couldn’t have sat on the other side of the church.  He kept interrupting my grieving with his tears and fidgeting.  Who was this stranger anyway?

“No, that isn’t correct,” he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering.  “Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.”

“That isn’t whose funeral this is.”

“Isn’t this the Lutheran church?”

“No, the Lutheran church is across the street.”


“I believe you’re at the wrong funeral, sir.”

The solemn nature of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man’s mistake bubbled up inside me and erupted as laughter.  I cupped my hands over my face, hoping the noise would be interpreted as sobs.

The creaking pew gave me away.  Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious.  I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me.  He was laughing, too, as he glanced around; deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit.  I imagined Mother laughing.

At the final “Amen,” we darted out a door and into the parking lot.

“I do believe we’ll be the talk of the town,” he smiled.  He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt’s funeral, he asked me to join him for a cup of coffee.

That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man, who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place.  A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor.  This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time.

In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter.  In place of loneliness, God gave me love.  This past June we celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary.

Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, “Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it’s truly a match made in heaven.”
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Readers Comments

josietn wrote: June, i'm crying, too!
nolz wrote: Wow i never get enough of this 'love story'. It's eternal. Thank you.
praveendm wrote: Eternal.
Shannanigans wrote: I love it and it made me laugh right along with you in the story. Your mother was truly watching over you
JackieHall wrote: That is an awesome story. Thank you for sharing it. What a great laugh. That's something my mum would do, i reckon, although I'm already married. what a hilarious story.
Laurente wrote: A truly touching story.Her marriage was like a beautiful gift given to her by her mother.A mother's greatest desire is to see
her child with a life partner and not to be lonely.Her story reminds me of my own mother who desires a lot that I get married.God is the perfect matchmaker and he knows best.
Mandii79 wrote: That's a wonderful story!
Rosemary wrote: What an awesome story! i remember when my dad passed away i was devastated and when we went to say good bye at the chapel before proceeding to the church,
birds started chirping happily away from an unseen courtyard, as my dad had a love of birds and tended to them daily with such care we knew then that it was a simple message of good bye.To this day when i hear birds chirping i look up to the treetops and say "hi dad" and just know he's watching over me. RIP dad...
kathieo wrote: I loved this story. Very nice!
jacq wrote: AND I"M SMILING what a great start to a life !

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