Following a time of rejoicing over Chet and Priscilla's wedding we returned home to some sad news.
Least of all were the dry boiler to the woodstove, the flashing warning light and a non-working septic system, water in basement, a son with an infected blister on his foot, and one with a fever and sore throat. Those are just the hazards of every day life and each was handled in turn and the household is up and running and health has returned.
However, the message on my cell phone Saturday that my Auntie Jannie was likely taking her lasts breaths on this earth was definitely sobering. On Sunday, just hours after our arrival back home I learned that she had passed away on Saturday evening, just 26 after her husband's death. Her five children had spent the day with her and two of them were sitting with her still at 10:30 when her heart stopped its beating.
I'm leaving today to be with family as we remember her and reminisce together tonight and then attend her funeral service tomorrow, exactly one week after the wedding.
God has given and God has taken, and He is blessed and good and merciful in both.