The Transcience of Life

I left a conference in Lexington as early as I could so I could at least attend my friend's brother's funeral.  

I was late, and when I got to the Church, there was my Daddy (Junie Mattingly of Mattingly Funeral Home), sitting on the choir steps, gazing out the door. He jokingly explained his presence on the stairway as "playing hooky", and told me I should go up to the choir because it might be the only place I would find a seat in the packed church.

I just thought this was a neat picture of my Dad.

Being an undertaker in the country is a lot different than in the city. This picture of Daddy makes me think of the transcience of life, and how difficult it can be for a small town funeral director when he knows everyone so intimately, and how especially hard it is when the funeral is for one so young as Jack Brahm.

mdm

Comments

[REGINA]

THIS IS A VERY GOOD PICTURE. YOUR DAD IS A VERY GOOD MAN AND I TOO HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT HIS JOB MUST BE DIFFICULT TO HAVE KNOWN PROBABLY ALMOST EVERYBODY THAT HE HAS EVER BURIED. YOUR PARENTS DO VERY GOOD WORK.

[Donna Mattingly]

Thanks so much, Regina...

[Alice]

Junie Mattingly has always been a comfort to all families in their time of need. There is something comforting about both Carolyn and Junie. I think it is a special gift given from above.