This is the place where my father rests. It is in the mountains of Western Maryland. I took this last week before we left. It snowed that weekend. As a matter of fact, the day we left was the nicest day we had. I hadn't seen the blue sky all weekend, or for that matter, since we had left Indiana.
If you look carefully, you'll see a black roofed church. That's the church my father served at for ten years. He is buried in that cemetary. He is buried amongst his congregation. He will be happy there. He is among friends.
Last night I had an opportunity to go to an
IU basketball game in Bloomington.
I'm slowly coming back to some form of normalcy. I didn't realize how tired and stressed I'd been over the last month. I've needed this down time.
2 comments:
Bet it's hard to walk out of the bar with those glasses!
that beer looks good. oh - and the rest etc...
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