A Sad Visit Home
My father passed away on the shortest day of the year, December 21st. His funeral was on the morning of Christmas Eve. The Amana Colonies in Iowa, where I grew up and my Dad still lived, were transformed into the beautiful and picturesque villages of my youth, with the help of heavy snow that fell throughout the day on Christmas Eve. The combination of a fresh blanket of snow and the simplicity of the Amana Church at Christmas-time was the most perfect way to say good-bye to my Dad.
12/30/2010 12:43:25 am
Thank you for sharing these Eileen. Beauty and loss side by side. Your dad was an amazing and loving father, grandfather and great grandfather. I know he will be missed dearly by all those who knew him. Take care.
12/30/2010 01:15:59 am
1/1/2011 09:36:19 am
It looks like the scenery on the trip home was prepared to grant you some reflective peace and quite; coupled with restorative inspiration and awe. God is good to us in ways that never cease to blanket us under His wings of love.
1/3/2011 02:39:54 pm
What a lovely tribute to your father. Thank you for sharing the photos of the snow and of your father, what a smile!
1/4/2011 06:07:53 am
1/10/2011 12:57:35 am
Your father must have smiled when he saw you taking those pictures, they are such a reflection of beauty.
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