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Topic: Rain (09/07/04)

TITLE: Singing After Aunt Nettyís Funeral
By Annette Agnello
09/07/04

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Aunt Netty was my favorite aunt when I was growing up she was all manner of things, antiques, laughter, and the smell of homemade bread. Actually she was my fatherís favorite aunt, my great aunt, but dad shared her with me. She collected dolls and kept them in the original boxes. She called them her babies. As a child I didnít understand wanting to have a doll you never played with.

About two years before she died Uncle Gene had a stroke sitting in his chair in the living room. Aunt Netty was so dependant on him she asked if she should call for help, he couldnít answer. It wasnít until a neighbor came over the next morning an ambulance was called. She was raised in an era where many women made no decisions not even to call for help in an emergency.

After Uncle Gene died, and it didnít take long she was a lost child. She grieved herself to death. I was living in Lynchburg at the time and came at the cemetery alone form the opposite direction from everyone else. On the way my brakes stopped working, right in front of a police man who had someone pulled over. I crept along , to the funeral very carefully using the hills to control the speed.

The funeral started shortly after I got there. It started to rain as the grave side service was ending. As I walked to the car I couldnít stop singing the song, ďItís Beginning to Rain,Ē popular at the time. I knew singing as I left a funeral looked like I was glad she was gone. That is not true, other than I was glad for her to be reuniting with Uncle Gene. I didnít know why I was singing. The song comes from Joel 2, about the Holy Spirit being poured out on his sons and daughters. I donít even know if my Great Aunt and Great Uncle had ever heard of the Baptism in the Holy Spirit, so it might not have been appropriate to them. As the natural rain begin to fall, I couldnít help singing.

Brakes turning into mush, could have been serious. The fact an officer saw it could have been costly. My beloved Aunt Netty hadnít even recognized me when I last saw her; now her full facilities were back no more alzheimerís fog. There was a lot to sing about. But I did wish I could have held off until I left the funeral. As the rain began, so did the song in my heart, I couldnít keep from singing.


(440 words)


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Teresa Lee Rainey09/14/04
I like the overall concept of this story. I smiled at the thought of you singing in the rain at a funeral. I think the story could be great if you went into more detail.