She died on January 11th after a brief illness.  Since Marie, Guy's wife, had been named for this aunt, they had heavy responsibilities to bear.  The burial  was on Saturday, January 20th, out in the village.  Aunt Marie was Marie's father's sister, and the two of them were the last remaining ones in their family of origin.  And now she was gone.  The entire clan gathered together to lay her body to rest.  Shortly before the casket was closed, Marie's father began talking to his deceased sister.  He told her that she went away first.  And then he said that she should wait for him, he would be coming soon.  Guy overheard his father-in-law's words and was troubled by them.  

And then this morning Marie's mother phoned to tell her to get to the village quick.  Her father was in very bad shape.   She caught a bush taxi to the village and walked in the front door of the house within the hour.  Marie took one look at her father and immediately went in search of a taxi.  She accompanied him to the closest hospital, some distance away.  No sooner had she helped her father into his hospital bed, than he died.  Just like that.  No advance warning.  He was in good health when the family was altogether for the burial of his sister on Saturday.  Had remained in good health on Sunday and on Monday.  And now he was gone.  

We knew this man.  He stayed here at Shiloh on two occasions surrounding the marriage of Guy and Marie.  Since his youngest daughter married our son, he was part of our extended family.  We have visited him in his home in the village at least twice.  We established a audio Bible listening group in his home.  We will certainly be at his burial.  We have family obligations.

The saddest part of this death is that the father was not the least bit interested in our Lord.  Guy and Marie faithfully witnessed to him for more than ten years.  He didn't want anything to do with God.  And now it's forever too late.