He walked through the cemetery until he came to a tombstone with his name, date of birth, and date of death.
My God, he thought. I’m dead and didn’t even realize it! What shall I do?
A kindly lady stopped beside him, put her hand on his arm, and pointed to a tombstone down the row. “That’s mine,” she said. Then she continued. “It takes getting used to. I’ve been here thirty years, and I know. But you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you,” he said, and felt a tear roll down his cheek.
My God, he thought. I’m dead and didn’t even realize it! What shall I do?
A kindly lady stopped beside him, put her hand on his arm, and pointed to a tombstone down the row. “That’s mine,” she said. Then she continued. “It takes getting used to. I’ve been here thirty years, and I know. But you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you,” he said, and felt a tear roll down his cheek.
