On the same day, 20 minutes apart from each other, at the same graveyard, one unopened plot in between the two open graves, the contained remains of two of the most important men in my life were lowered into the ground. This happened as our extended family gathered around the opened ground on the sopping wet. Their deaths had occurred at separate times…but the family chose to do the burials at the same time since all of my siblings could be in Oregon at that time.

My two brothers, the sons of my father, officiated the services for dad and Loren.

Just weeks before Loren suddenly passed, my dads brother passed quickly while on his yard tractor. It was at my uncle’s funeral that Loren became fascinated with the topic of TIME. The preacher had, of course, read the expected Ecclesiastes Chapter 3: verses 1 – 8, and 11. It was when the Preacher took off into an expounded sidetrack of TIME that Loren was, dare I say, Spellbound. Loren was so intrigued about the Preachers exhortation on time that he spoke with him during the food and fellowship time after the service. Loren immediately wanted to tell me about his interest on our 1 1/2 hour drive to the graveyard where my uncle’s graveside service would be held.

At 2am early this morning I went to Facebook. One of my daughter had posted videos of the dreary rainy day when my dad and Loren were buried. Listening to my brother Dennis revived my memory and limited understanding of TIME, as presented at two services 5 week apart.