My uncle passed away and his funeral was this past weekend in Duncan. Although funerals are never much fun, it was good seeing family I haven't seen in a long time. This uncle was just older than my dad. It made me so sad to think that my dad is getting older and that one day it will be his time to go. Heck, it could be anyone's time at anytime. Death is not sad for the righteous person experiencing it; only those who can't see you for a little while. I am grateful that I will be able to see my family again. I am so grateful I came from a wonderful line of hard-working, loving, wise and righteous people and for all that they have taught me.
This is a picture of my cousin's and their mom. It was their dad who passed away.
My sweet Eliana at the Virden Cemetery.
Aunts and uncles who attended the funeral. My dad is the handsome one in the dark suit. There were 14 kids in all in the family, now only 9 are living.
Sunset behind my grandpa's shed and where the barn used to be.