The second part of Martin's story

“When my wife passed away the funeral home people about asked what clothes they should use for her burial. I knew she had this red dress she really liked and told my granddaughter, who was a great help to me with the arrangements and all that, to take that dress over to the funeral home, which she did. The viewing was held in the church and just before the service I went to see her too,” he swallowed before he continued “for the last time.”

“When I looked at my wife I got the shock of my life. I was horrified to see that they had not dressed in her beautiful red dress, but in a red working dress, my granddaughter had taken the wrong dress to the funeral home. I felt so bad about it, I didn't hear a word of the sermon, all I saw was my wife laying there in her work clothes.”

“So, now we're standing all around the grave site, all the family, the pastor, and everyone in unison saying the articles of faith, except me, as I was still seeing her in her working outfit and thought I heard her scold me. I never in my life felt so bad. I cried, I really did.

My grandson was standing beside me, and you may not believe this either, but he said

“Grandpa, don't cry, I saw Oma in heaven, she was standing like an angel, and she was dressed in a beautiful white dress.”

I hear the strangest stories sometimes.