On the day of the funeral arrangements I was discussing the casket with the funeral director. When he took me to the back room to see the casket they were going to bury my daughter in I told him this would not work. I needed a simple pine box. In order to get a wooden casket I woould have to wait several more days. I didnt have the time to wait and I threatened to make a box out of plywood in my basement. His response was “theres no law against that”.
Now I had the prompting I needed. I placed one phone call to an old friend that I havent really been too close to over the past several years. However this friend dropped whatever he was doing to stay up all night and make my daugther’s casket.
It was a beautiful creation with mortised joints hand rubbed wood and the precision of a master craftsman. The box was completed just in time for me to pick it up, return home and take a shower.
We took the box to the funeral director early so he could place the body into it. It worked out perfectly.
Our Rabbi was so moved by the story of the box that he incorporated the making of the box into the grave sight ceremony and honored my friend Jeff who so lovingly made this box.
I am forever grateful for this act of kindness and service and it was one more way that my heavenly father said “I love you”
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