A few new pics

I was talking with my mother on the phone this morning and told her I had gotten some pictures of a storm we had here last week.  She said she would like me to post them on my blog so she could see them.  I also took a few pictures last night when Mark and I had a bonfire in our back yard with some more of the tree limbs and things we’ve been trying to get rid of this summer. Continue reading

From Missoula, MT

This morning, Mark and I packed up the truck and put the dog in the back and headed out.  This is the first time in several years that we have traveled east from Portland through the gorge, and I had almost forgotten how beautiful it is.  There were signs of the fire that burned in the area, but it is still beautiful and I could barely put my camera down. Continue reading

A resting place

Fred and his son, David, went to the funeral home to take care of details and they found what I am told is a really pretty coffin.  I asked if it was a short one, and David said she’ll have room enough to roll around in it.  I hope so because she may be turning in her grave if the family keeps going the way it is.  Prayers are very much needed for unity, patience, and grace. Continue reading

A time and a place

For any of you who are close enough to come to Sherill’s memorial service, we now have confirmation that the service will be at West Hills Covenant Church (5815 SW Gillcrest Ct, Portland, OR 97221) at 3:30 this Sunday afternoon.  There will be a reception following with an open mike time for any who may want to briefly share thoughts or stories about Sherill. Continue reading

R.I.P. Sherill!

This morning I was taking a shower and had just wrapped a towel around myself when Fred walked in with the phone and told me there was an important phone call for me.  I took the phone and a man said, “Hello, Denise!  I’m Officer Seigler from the King City Police.  I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but your sister died this morning.”  When I hung up, I told Fred and he burst into tears.  The whole family met at the rehab center and sat with Sherill’s body until the undertaker came to take her away.  We were all in shock.  It has been a rough day, but I want to dedicate the rest of this post to Sherill’s memory. Continue reading