Time in Oregon

I'm in Oregon till Wednesday. My younger sis flies in tonight to join us for the Saturday graveside service. I will be glad when we're all together. It is a comfort to be with others who feel the same loss. The memorial service Wednesday night was like nothing I'd ever attended. You can read about it here. It helped a lot to be surrounded by my parents, brothers, cousins, nieces, nephews, long-time family friends, even some friends from back in high school...

Last night the three Glahns had dinner alone with my older sis and her three kids. I wish you could have heard my nephew's prayer over the food. He gave thanks for the family who brought it and went on to ask the Lord to watch over his own family who no longer have an earthly father but will always have the presence of their heavenly Father... We spent a quiet evening playing some board games, talking, and even laughing until we cried as we recounted some of Gordon's antics.

Thank you again for your prayers and expressions of support. They mean so much.

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die.”
--John Donne, 17th century English poet