SifuPhil
R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
- Location
- Pennsylvania, USA
Came across this in my travels ...
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a man who loved being a model railroader. He had lots of family and friends, and they wanted him buried by some railroad tracks at a cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived over an hour late and saw that everyone had evidently gone . There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.
I played out my heart and soul for this toy train guy. I played like I've never played before for this man who loved trains. In the end as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.
When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty-five years!
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a man who loved being a model railroader. He had lots of family and friends, and they wanted him buried by some railroad tracks at a cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived over an hour late and saw that everyone had evidently gone . There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.
I played out my heart and soul for this toy train guy. I played like I've never played before for this man who loved trains. In the end as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.
When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty-five years!
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