Irvyn’s Retreat
A SUNDAY FUNERAL WAS pretty much unheard of. But, as Uncle Jedd was great friends with his pastor, that worthy had agreed to accommodate us if we’d agree to an early afternoon time. When Aunt Lynore had been pressed for her reasons for insisting on this Sunday, she’d just said, “Because I want it to be!” And that was that. No one tried to change her mind.
Not even me . . . but that was because my wedding wasn’t happening today anyway, so it didn’t matter.
Black clouds spread ominously over the skies that afternoon. By the time we were all gathered at the gravesite, it was pouring heavily. On the one hand, it was a letdown although it certainly mirrored our outlook for the occasion. On the other, it cut short the sermons of The Club—at least right then. No one wanted to b
