On Saturday morning we attended the final interment for the Mr.'s dad. He is laid to rest in the family cemetery behind Fairview Baptist Church next to his grand parents, parents and family members who have gone before him. After the burial service we went out to lunch at the restaurant where Ben celebrated his 80th birthday just 4 years ago. Those memories were gone a year later.
Sunday morning we attended the annual Smith Family Reunion at the Fairview City Hall. As you can see, the city hall is as humble as this small southern town. We had a blessed afternoon of seeing the surviving siblings of the oldest generation as well as meeting family Dean had never known before. If you are blessed to have descended from a God-loving family, you know how wonderful it is to sit around and listen to the stories of his provision through generations. Ben had always asked the blessing and this year, Dean was asked to say a few words about his dad and say grace.
After lunch it was back on the road for 6 hours. Spent the night in Elizabethtown, Kentucky and hit the road in the morning to arrive in the Mitten Monday afternoon. Mac had done his laundry and kept the place straightened! My mom had provided him with chicken paprikash and chicken noodle soup to aid in his recovery from strep and he had settled in and enjoyed his time at home (he's his mother's son.) I threw a few loads of laundry in, unpacked and we had pizza for dinner with daboyz.
The early Autumn coolness is kind of nice to come home to. I love Autumn, first of all. And somehow it felt like turning a corner to another season...Ben is buried back home where he wanted to be. Dean's mom is doing well living with his sister. Our boys are happy and blessed. We settled in last night with a cup of hot tea and a fire in the fireplace (yes, it is that chilly!)
Good trip, good to be home.