Mom’s Last Laugh

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
August 7, 1990

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 at my father’s death, 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 on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor.

“What now, Lord?” I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before meas 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, 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, 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 commented, “Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of ‘Margaret’?”

“Oh” “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 whispering, “Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.”

“That isn’t who this is, I replied..”

“Isn’t this the Lutheran church?”

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


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

The solemnness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man’s mistake bubbled up inside me and came out 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, asked me out 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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  1. Lyn said:

    I love this so much…wonderful story!


  2. inspireddaybyday said:

    That’s one of the most meaningful,beautiful stories I’ve ever read, thank you!
    It means even more me, as my mother is also unwell. I’m so grateful that you shared it, it remind’s me of how much God’s love surrounds us, always.
    Bless you


  3. Lyn said:

    This Lyn loved the story too, and she’s reaching for the Kleenex.


  4. This was one of the most beautiful stories I’ve read in a long time. It gave me chills. God has a way of blessing us with the unexpected when we least expect it. He is awesome and amazing. Your story touched me deeply. It blessed me beyond words. Thank you so much for sharing! God bless.


  5. Smile said:

    this made my morning =) i will now head off to work, quite the happy camper =) thank you for sharing!


  6. What a wonderful story.
    God put me, long before I believed, in the right place to met my wife as well.
    Thank you.

    Will reblog


  7. Reblogged this on Christian Warrior and commented:
    What a wonderful story.
    God put me, long before I believed, in the right place to met my wife as well.


  8. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I second Joaynn — it truly gave me chills.


  9. This was truly a great post! About 7 months ago I had lost my grandmother to cancer. Her and I were very close as she was the one to raise me most of my life. I understand the heartbreak, but it’s amazing what fate can bring into our lives. This was a beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime moment. Thanks for sharing 🙂


  10. Beautiful story, thank you for sharing it. Reaffirms that God puts us where we need to be at the right time, and puts the right people in our lives just when we need them. Have a great day and God bless! – Amber


  11. mom923 said:

    Reblogged this on Memories and commented:
    i really like this and wanted to share


  12. Well, I had my roar of a laugh, followed immediately by weeping—what a joy you have shared. All I can say is “Thank you.” Others prior have said it all & it would just be foolish to write more–what a cry I am having!


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