Tuesday, December 01, 2015

a long trip

Juergen and I both feel a little dazed today. We drove to Northern Germany in a storm to get to Juergens dad's funeral. We drove in separate cars because Jessica would not stay for all the family stuff after the funeral. It took me 6 hours to get there, and 7 hours to get home. The wind was very strong, the rain was pouring and there were many accidents. But I'm glad we could be there. There were so many people. And I guess that surprised me because so many of his friends and family have already died or are too ill to go out. And I prayed Juergen would hear stories about his parents that he could carry in his heart. And he did hear so many stories. And I drive with Nicole. And for me this was not a waste of time. She will most likely be moving away next fall. So these hours are really precious to me. And Jessica was very well behaved on the trip. And she really understood she was saying goodbye. She was sad...and so are all of us.

1 comment:

caring for the garden said...

Yes, the stories are what we carry with us. They not only help us to remember, they also give us courage, understanding, and perspective. We are so very glad that you were able to go and that you are all now home safely. Mom & Dad