Saturday, March 10, 2012
She would have enjoyed the reunion
Paula and I got permission and traveled to Utah for Mom's funeral this week. All my siblings attended, as well as three of our five kids, and the other two had a decent excuse; one's in London on his two-year mission, and the other's in Azerbaijan (look it up).
Typical for such occasions, it was a family reunion also, with cousins not seen for years getting reacquainted,
and an outpouring of love for my dear Dad, who unselfishly served Mom in her decline, caring for her at home until the very end.
It was a good reminder of why I personally have very little to brag about. If any of us stand tall, it is only because we do so on the shoulders of some quietly great people.