The memorial service for Kris was beautiful.  Pastor Steve Wilson and Paul Gilbert presented words of tribute and honor,, and of knowing that Kris is living a new life with our Father - whole and healthy and at peace.   A heartfelt thank you to everyone who made this day so special, for all the help, the food, flowers, visits, cards, and love.  And thanks to all who attended, Kris would have been honored by it all.  

Friday was spent with family and friends.  They all left for home on Saturday, which left a very quiet house.  However, I must say our dogs Abby and Kate seemed much relieved to be able to have the run of the house again and my somewhat undivided attention.  The afternoon was spent rearranging furniture, looking at photos, and remembering.  I still feel that this is all so surreal/unreal/real and mystical in a sense.   I will probably be placing poems, prayers, and promises on the blog... seems to be part of my journey of healing.  Thank you Jan for sending this poem.  Gives some light to the dark times:

Somewhere a journey begins

At the end of the worldly existence we know.

Somewhere a path stretches over the stars,

And rivers of memories flow...

Somewhere a silence is heard far away

And the brightness of day fills the night,

Where the trials of life are resolved into peace --

When a soul finds its way to His light.