The Distraction of Grief
The other day a Houston man died and left a young and charming widow to his loss. Just before the funeral, the came around to speak what words of comfort he could, and learn her wishes regarding the . He found her dressed in a becoming costume, sitting with her chin in her hand, with far-off eyes in an sea of .
The pastor approached her gently, and said: “Pardon me for upon your grief, but I wish to know whether you prefer to have a funeral , or simply to have the service read.”
The heartbroken widow divined his meaning, so deeply was she in her sorrowful thoughts, but she caught some of his words, and answered brokenly:
“Oh, red, of course. Red harmonizes so well with black.”