The day turned out to be a long one, but the funeral was great. It turned into the kind where people are full of stories of how they were loved by the one who is gone. Real legit stories of care, from grandchildren and family and friends and two separate sets of co-workers. It was great, lots of laughter too. God was there.
I took some time to stop at the Chortitz Cemetery on my way home. Thatâ€™s where my dad has a small piece of land that holds his physical remains.
He and I had a good talk except that I did all the talking. (just so you know Iâ€™m not crazy) Itâ€™s been a difficult summer and Iâ€™ve wanted to get there all summer, so tonight I just did it.
There are some pictures of the place in my Flickr account.
But it was a cool night out there on the harvested prairies. Itâ€™s been a hard summer, for reasons I wonâ€™t bother with now. And the days ahead will be difficult too, for a time. But hopefully they will settle down as much as my spirit has settled and is at peace.
Yeah, thereâ€™s nothing like the prairies on a September night. Big sky, deep colours, fresh airâ€¦
Now a bit of prep work here and I can head home. Micah just called to say Lauralea has arrived and I donâ€™t want to miss her.