When my sister, Sherill, was alive, she always used to have the whole family over for Thanksgiving. It was potluck-style, but she’d assign a dish for each person to bring. The table was long and the conversation was boisterous. Thanksgiving has slowly dwindled down to family members having their own celebrations. It’s kind of sad in a way, but Mom made it a little happier for Mark and me today…
Continue readingToday was the day for Phung’s (pronounced Foam) funeral. She had asked everyone to dress as though they were going to a wedding, and the funeral itself was beautiful. Even the weather turned out to be lovely though cold.
Continue readingMom has started attending a church closer to her home since we were there last year, and she has wanted to have me come and visit her church. Today was my first Sunday to do that.
Continue readingThis morning, Mark and I parted ways after taking a shower at Mom’s house. He took his motorcycle to run errands around Oregon City, and Mom and I went shopping.
Continue readingWe have finally arrived! It is so good to know that we are in one spot for a while!
Continue readingThis morning, Mark drove the RV with the trailer behind, and I drove Sharon’s car until we got to her place in West Haven, about forty minutes away from where we were camped.
Continue readingMark found a U-Haul trailer that rents for a reasonable amount and made a reservation to pick it up this afternoon. Before we could get it, he needed to take off the stuff that connected the old pickup truck to the RV.
Continue readingMark has a sister in Ogden, Sharon, who brought us her car to use for a couple of days, and her son, Trevor, is going to help her get around while we have her car. My family has also been helping us, and I also want to thank all of you who have been praying for us. All prayers are gratefully received!
Continue readingMark and I had just crossed the border into Utah and been driving on Highway I-80W when a bunch of cars started honking at us as they drove by. I asked Mark, “Why are they honking?” He checked his rearview mirror and said, “We’re smoking.” He pulled over to the side of the road and got out, then opened the door and yelled, “The truck’s on fire! Call 911!”
Continue readingWe are still in Nebraska, and not as far up the road as we were aiming for, but wait until you see the pictures I got today in Lincoln, Nebraska! This is why we stopped there:
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