Georgia was the first stop for us in our three part vacation this year. We pulled into Isaak's Uncle Cesar and Aunt Sherry's home after two days of of being couped up in our ever shrinking car,
so it was nice to be able to stretch our legs for two days before hitting the road again.
Our stop in GA was both business and pleasure. We hadn't seen Isaak's family (which also consists of his Aunt Marcie, Uncle Ray and three cousins) for a little while, and we thoroughly enjoy hanging with them. Sydaleigh and Marvelly relentlessly played with Aunt Sherry's newest puppy Peppy.
We visited. We all enjoyed dinner together, Japanese style.
It was a very pleasant two days.
On the business side, we were also there to put to rest Isaak's father Brent, who passed away last October. Last year due to the financial costs we incurred following Brent's death we were unable to go to GA then for a memorial. So, we made sure that while we were home this year we would properly lay him to rest.
We've had Brent's ashes in our home since he died (wasn't weird like I initially thought it would be). And just having someone's bodily ashes in our home, and then watching them be scattered on the ground was an amazing reminder to me that once we die, that's not "us" anymore.
"Then the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man's nostrils, and the man became a living person." Gen.2:7
Adam's body was already formed, but it wasn't until God breathed life into him that he became alive. Those ashes may have been our body, but our physical body doesn't make us who we are. Our body is an empty shell without a God given life filled soul to fill it. Once our soul is gone, the remaining ashes are simply.just.ashes.
Brent's ashes were laid at the foot of his mother Marvelly's grave, whom our own little Marvelly is named after.
Brent was an artist, and we are blessed to have two original works of art of his hanging in our home. But, we couldn't let his ash pile look so shabby, with just one lonely flower. So, Sydaleigh and Aunt Sherry did the honor of spiffing it up a bit. (those other grave sites won't even know their flowers are gone :) )
this memorial finally brought some closure and for that we are thankful.
so it was nice to be able to stretch our legs for two days before hitting the road again.
Our stop in GA was both business and pleasure. We hadn't seen Isaak's family (which also consists of his Aunt Marcie, Uncle Ray and three cousins) for a little while, and we thoroughly enjoy hanging with them. Sydaleigh and Marvelly relentlessly played with Aunt Sherry's newest puppy Peppy.
We visited. We all enjoyed dinner together, Japanese style.
It was a very pleasant two days.
On the business side, we were also there to put to rest Isaak's father Brent, who passed away last October. Last year due to the financial costs we incurred following Brent's death we were unable to go to GA then for a memorial. So, we made sure that while we were home this year we would properly lay him to rest.
We've had Brent's ashes in our home since he died (wasn't weird like I initially thought it would be). And just having someone's bodily ashes in our home, and then watching them be scattered on the ground was an amazing reminder to me that once we die, that's not "us" anymore.
"Then the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man's nostrils, and the man became a living person." Gen.2:7
Adam's body was already formed, but it wasn't until God breathed life into him that he became alive. Those ashes may have been our body, but our physical body doesn't make us who we are. Our body is an empty shell without a God given life filled soul to fill it. Once our soul is gone, the remaining ashes are simply.just.ashes.
Brent's ashes were laid at the foot of his mother Marvelly's grave, whom our own little Marvelly is named after.
Brent was an artist, and we are blessed to have two original works of art of his hanging in our home. But, we couldn't let his ash pile look so shabby, with just one lonely flower. So, Sydaleigh and Aunt Sherry did the honor of spiffing it up a bit. (those other grave sites won't even know their flowers are gone :) )
this memorial finally brought some closure and for that we are thankful.
(the feet thing is an inside joke)
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