Today I buried my uncle, literally. Although I don't think it is a Christian tradition, I think it should be. While it was difficult, it was also honoring and helped me in ways I can't come up with the words to explain right now. The day as a whole was emotional but a great experience. People made jokes about him and we shared our good memories. It made me feel kinda special to know I understood my his sense of humor, better than some. Josh told I guess one of Uncle Scotts favorite jokes, but I had never heard it. I got it right away and thought it was funny (another time I'll try to type it out). However, I guess not my brother, sister, or even Aunt who had heard it before ever understood it.I'm blessed by the support of my extended family who is all going through this together as well as my wonderful church family who have been praying and loving us through this time.
Something else that made me really sad was when I realized though how easy it is to isolate certain people, even family. I felt bad because I was apart of the people who weren't saying the nicest things about a certain person that was able to come to the funeral. But after hearing this persons brokenness I was convicted not just of my remarks for the day but for never even trying to have a relationship with this family member. Great timing, now that I won't be available to chat with family for the next three weeks since I am still going to England (Thank Jesus! The fix of my flights was free! That was all God right there!). Its been a long week, I'd love to go to sleep. But I really need to get ready to resume my trip because 1. Uncle Scott wanted me to enjoy my trip. 2. I need to be at the airport less than 12 hours. 3. I haven't packed, or know what I am going to pack-at this point it is whatever I can scrounge up (everything I was supposed to take with me, I left in NY). 4. Some items I do know I need to go the store to purchase. Eyyeeeee,
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