When my uncle died, we went to his funeral and were surprised by the eulogy. The man the priest described was so different from the one we knew. The Edward that the priest talked about was a loving and wonderful man, working hard at the church on every occasion, taking the elderly to doctor's appointments, feeding the shut-ins, caring for the homeless, being a little ray of sunshine to everyone who met him. The Eddie we knew swore and got drunk, was a tyrant to his family, told dirty jokes that would make a sailor blush. There were two Uncle Eddies--the church Eddie and the home Eddie. The church Eddie looked like a saint, but the home Eddie lived like the devil.
I think this happens a lot more than we ever realize.
I think this happens a lot more than we ever realize.
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