Mother's Day

We made the trip up to Hays once again today. This time it was to scatter my mom's ashes. Joella rode up with Jeff and I. My grandparents came over from Manhattan, Mike and Debbie came from Olathe, and Nathan, Daniel, Ken and Rachel, and Jan met us at Frontier Park in Hays. We decided that the park was a little full, so we went over to another area along Big Creek where our family and friends spent time with mom. It was the area where both Joella and I had Girl Scout Day Camp (mom was a troop leader) and where North Oak had their Easter sunrise services. Mom liked walking there with her friends, too. It was peaceful and quiet there today, with no one else around to disturb us (or to get grossed out by us scattering ashes). We reminisced for a little while about mom, recited Psalm 23 (those of us who had it memorized did, anyway) and sang a hymn. We poured the ashes into Big Creek, then Rachel made a little memento of the occasion - a cross fashioned out of twigs she found by the creek and tall grass.

It's hard to believe that it's been almost a year since she passed away. The time has gone by so quickly. We all miss her, each for our own reasons. What I miss most is being able to call her up and let her know when something exciting has happened in our lives. I still tell her about it - maybe God lets her hear, maybe not. Anyway, that's what happened here this weekend. It's not the most fun thing to read/write about, but there it is.