Yesterday, we got together with my side of the family as a “reunion” of sorts to commemorate one year since my Daddy passed away and to support my Mom.
The last time we got together like this was in February, 2011, when he died.
We went through a very painful week together at Hospice and we formed some bonds that will always remain.
Yesterday was a joyous ocassion. Daddy is in heaven. We celebrated with a spread of food that was amazing. We enjoyed sharing supplement tips, organic food and dieting ideas. The men sat in the living room and the ocassional pieces that I caught from their conversation involved hunting or politics. Yawn. lol
The women, on the other hand, were having a blast. My Aunt Pam is famous for her pranks and relished retelling the story of some poor victim who never suspected a thing. Her daughter, Julie, was in the thick of it with her. The men got curious because we were laughing so hard, they wanted in on our conversation. Even after telling the event twice, I was still overflowing with laughter. You know why? Because it was so “unconventional.” It was a fart prank she played on a massage guy at the mall with a can of flarp she got at the Dollar store. We were telling stories about farting that were hysterical. We let our “hair” down and had a blast.
I love it when you can be yourself with family and not put up pretenses.
My sister had just come back from a missions trip to the Philipines so I got to see pictures and videos she took while there. The cultural differences were amazing. The people were open, welcoming and very attentive. Even having to stand at assemblies, the children at school were focused. If that were in America, the kids would be complaining, whispering and distracted.
Another thing that amazed me was that we could go over to another country and share the gospel at schools without issue. Over half the kids in each assembly raised their hands to accept Christ as their Savior. Here in America, they are pushing God out of schools. Sad, sad, sad.
I really, really enjoyed spending the day with my family yesterday. I almost didn’t want to leave. Some days I wish I didn’t live an hour away from my Mom but every time I have to go into Savannah, I thank God that I don’t live there anymore. I love living out in the “country.”
My Aunt Lynn gave my Mom a GPS, so maybe she’ll come visit me sometime. 🙂