As all the technology we currently possess is on furlough, I've needed to neglect this little space for a bit. But for mother's day, I asked for some screen time sans children in order to post our farewell to Caleb's dad.
Mostly this will just be images, because what do you really say? It was hard. It was, and is, also peaceful and even joyful. We celebrated his life. My cheeks were sore from laughing, then they were wet with tears over tender mercies and contemplations of a man changed from good to great through the atonement of Christ. And we know this life is not the end.
I hope I can remember the poignant desire I felt to do what really matters: love those I've been given to love. Serve those I can. Become a little better.
Some memories from the day:
Brad's books. I think you can understand a person quite well by the books they love.
Brad's siblings.
Caleb's family.
