Can you imagine living 96 years, being married 77, and living to know your great-great grandchildren? Today we attended Uncle Wendell, Merlynn's oldest brother's funeral. Those were a couple of his stats. It was a beautiful funeral, a wonderful tribute to a man who did good quietly, lived long and well, and left behind a wonderful legacy of faithful children and grandchildren. It was a delight for us to be there and to visit with family. We don't see the Tooele/Erda folks very often; in fact, we almost only ever see them at funerals.
Kent and I drove out alone, the children being at school, and Lee and Cammie, who were going to drive with us, deciding Cammie wasn't in tip-top health so they drove separately. Kent and I talked about all sorts of things, and as it takes nearly an hour and a half to get there, we had uninterrupted time to discuss many things. We certainly love Brandt and Blythe, but I was grateful for time to just be with Kent, even if we were traveling to and from a funeral.
The funeral was in a church just across the street from the cemetery, so after the sitting in the car, then at the funeral, we decided to walk across the street for the grave dedication. We had a very nice lunch back at the church, and were able to visit with Bertha (Merlynn's lone surviving sibling), Dwight, and two of their children, Jennifer, and Dwight Paul and is wife Annette. We laughed about parenting and marriage and getting through life. We told stories about time on the farm in Erda, and remembered many family members who have gone before. I thought we needed a cousin picture because lots of Kent's Droubay cousins were together all in one place. It was really a very nice way to spend the day, and a wonderful time to be with family.
The floral arrangement the Barri sent.
Cousins
Left to right: Richard, Lee, Wendell, Kent, Anita, Sterling, Leanne
Scott, Karen, Marie, Paula, Rob, Jennifer, Dwight Paul
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