Well folks the funeral is over.

I knew it was going to be a rough one, but not sure how rough. There was pastor/priest there named Rick. He did my dad's grave site message. He was sharing about John 14;1 and I knew that is where most pastors go to during a service. I saw him just before the service and ask if I could speak? Then he told me about his Christian walk since 17, (born again)I thought that when he did my dad's. He finished and ask me to come up. I walk up and told everyone that I thank them for being part of this family. Then I tried to read Hebrews 4:1-3. I just got so over whelmed. My heart felt like it was breaking. It was not because of my mom. I started to cry and got the verses out and told them that Jesus Christ loved them and we all need to know Him. Plus I told them that one of these days the all of us will be in a box. I just kept on crying. That was not my idea of what I wanted to say. But I guess that is what He wanted. I had a couple of my family come up and hugged me and told me how much they love me. I looked back and I just felt so bad for them.
Afterward was the time to eat and drink. I was looking and I just thought how I use to be part of them before. I did some helping out and sitting around talking and just getting caught up a little. The pictures above are the time of get together.