Moving along

The past few weeks have seen more than a few emotional swings.

In case you missed it, my mother in law, died last week.

It was not unexpected.
She had been in the hospital for a close to two weeks and had been sent home to hospice primarily so visitors were not limited to her son, daughter (my wife), and her pastor (her grandson).

I purposely have not counted how many came to see her, but they came from as far away as Cairo, Egypt; Florida, by way of Maine (don't ask); Nebraska, Wisconsin, Washington state, Arizona, Colorado, and all parts of California.

They ranged in age from three years (because I'm not counting the unborn) to 79 years.

Which means I wasn't the oldest.
We had as many as eight staying here, in our house, and others staying at neighbors and in nearby hotels.

Everyone was well fed.

Each family group took on preparing meals for a day.

They did it voluntarily, without being asked.

All but the last two, the Egyptians, have left for home.

Everyone who wished to said good-bye and told her they loved her.

Last Saturday was the memorial service so nobody had to come back again. 

The church was full.
Then we all celebrated here life here at the house, telling the stories we don't relate during a eulogy.

The house is full of flowers.

This . . .

. . . and nine other arrangements.

All is now calm.