Meanwhile, in the Hen house amongst the yelling, screaming, and disagreements, about WHATEVER, I become a part of this family and grew to love all of them regardless of what I knew or think I may have known. ( I still love them , this is my family)
My point being:
When I went to his funeral, his little brother was a speaker and he did a great job, I sat next to woody's sister with my son and his lil sis.Anyway, his brother had a hard time getting through the eulogy, he could not quit crying, talking about the times when they were kids singing in church. I heard Woody had a great singing voice from his sister.
Woody strayed from the church as he got older. At the funeral his brother said he was blamed for taking a fast offering, Woody denied it through and through.
Years later when the church was remodeled they found the missing fast offering, too little too late.
Blaa, Blaa, Blaa. It felt to me that Woody's little bro was sad about his brothers salvation and that he would never see him again because Woody was not pure enough to make to the same "kingdom" as the rest of the clan.
If and when you become "God" Why would you ever leave any of your children less fortunate than any other? Mormons; holier than thou your not.
