Mom’s Last Laugh

Mom’s Last Laugh

From Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul

Mom’s Last Laugh

Some orthodox member of Thoreau’s family asked him if he had made his peace with God. Only Thoreau could have answered as he did, that he was not aware that he and God had ever quarreled.

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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 that 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 at my father’s death, encouraged me in college and prayed for me my entire life.

At the time Mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister was caring for a new baby and my brother had recently married, so it fell to me, the twenty-seven-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her. I considered it an honor.

“What now, Lord?” I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before me like an 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. They were all so deeply grieving that no one noticed 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 and 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 late,” he explained, though no explanation was necessary.

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

“Because that was her name, Margaret. 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 interrupted 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. He whispered, “Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.”

“That isn’t who that is.”

“Isn’t this the Lutheran church?”

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

“Oh.”

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

The solemnness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man’s mistake bubbled out of me as laughter. I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it 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 out for a cup of coffee.

That afternoon began a lifelong journey 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 right church, and 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-third wedding anniversary.

Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, “Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us.”

Robin Lee Shope

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