McCreery's Poem

While J.L. McCreery's Poem "There Is No Death" is beautiful, it's not particularly profound until you learn, as I did, that J.L. McCreery always knew when there was a death in the family.

One night at the dinner table with his wife, he said, "Martha, you've had a relative die."

She said, "Oh? Which one? My sister?"

He said, "No."

She said, "My brother?"

He said, "No."

She said, "My mother?"

He said, "No."

His wife fell silent and didn't ask any more questions that night.

The next day they got word that her father had died. She said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He said, "You didn't ask."

[I swear my grandmother always got a twinkle in her eye when she told this story.]