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The most embarrassing moment happened to me about 2 years ago. I was reading the obits in our local newspaper and noticed a friend’s daughter there, who died of some type of throat cancer.

Her daughter only thirty eight years old never been married raised horses. She had whispering willow long blonde hair placed on her riding suit and her chaps on top of her casket.

She looked so beautiful and at peace finally. I went to the funeral home to where they laid her out. I gave her mother my condolences and signed the guest card at the entrance.

I was seated for the blessing and for the services. I show her mother the pictures of her that we took at the Halloween Party she recently attended, that we all used to attend a local bar, but her mother kept on saying “Oh Jody does not go to bars”.

But I said here is a picture of her when we were at the nightclub over the Halloween she was dressed like a witch along with her boyfriend Jessi.

A few weeks past and my husband and I went back to the bar we like to go because they play Karoke, that they play there, that I enjoy singing.

My husband said. Look Moonlight in the far corner, of the bar sitting on the bar stools is that Jody and Jessi? Jody my friend has long blonde hair up to her waist and she has been also suffering from throat problems for many years, and that she is sick most of the time.

Jody had lost a lot of weight since I last seen her, and I always wondered what ever happened to her.
I nearly fell off my seat. I said IT can not be her.

She is Dead, and I said it out loud. Her husband came over to us and said they have not seen us in a long time. I said yes, you have not.

I said how is Jody doing , he said it was alright to come over and say hello to her.

I nearly turned white in the face and I felt that it was really her, but I asked her what her last name was, and she said Harris.

She wanted to know why? I said I just wanted to know that’s all. I was wondering to my self who was that girl that I paid my respects for who died, but I was so happy it was not my friend Jody that she is alive.

That will teach you a valuable lesson when it comes to visiting someone who passed away. I was grateful that it was not My dear Friend Jody that passed but I am happy she is still with us, but also very sad for the other gals family that their Jody is gone.

I asked my friend who goes to the bar, Jody about her raising horses too.

Jody does this for a living and also has a husband named Jessi and isn't it an embarrassing moment.
I sure turned really red in the face. I nearly almost died. I had two shots of wiskey that night and I do not drink!

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