Yearly Archives: 2007

Schedules have flux.  Ours more so in this past week.  We cancelled a retreat time scheduled for today – Thursday.  I always figure funerals take precedence.

I’m looking foward to today’s funeral.  Lil was a great lady, a jolly life intertwined with Jesus, her family and friends!

We were asked if we will get some time off. 

We planned on retreating at home Tuesday and Wednesday.  Turn off the phone.  Don’t venture out to work.  Fly a low profile.  They then asked if they could make sure we got out of town — at home home retreats don’t always seem to work.  They volunteered to help us make sure we got away!

We’ll be away.  For a few days.  Starting Tuesday.

Thanks to the ones who have been so gracious.

Scott and Alli took some other pictures when they were off to get married.  This is a sense of what is to come.  And I’m all for it. 

’60’s and 70’s cars.  Cars in good shape.  And junkyard cars.  Their type of honeymoon!!

Here it is.  Allison and Scott Opseth — married January 18, 2007.

The funeral was today. The interment outside.  In the winter.

Yesterday was above zero.  Nice weather.

This morning we awoke to howling winds.  As people arrived at the funeral the story of encroaching snow became apparent.  Those from North Battleford encountered snow around Wilkie.  As the funeral was about to begin, Beadle was encountering snow.  Beadle is about 5 kilometers from town.

We processed into the sanctuary.  No snow. 

The recessional brought us into the foyer.  Snow was swirling.  A blizzard brewing.

We processed to the cemetery.  There the snow abated.  The wind did not.  I stood facing the wind as the family stood with their backs to the wind. 

The interment ceremony was less than three minutes — I was speaking as quickly as possible.  The icicles of words reached to the mourners.  We honored our loved one, but did not linger in the cold.

My face, in just minutes, was stretched taut.  My balding head took the brunt of the weather.

On the other hand — although the remains were cold, Irene was in a much better place — with Jesus.  And I have this funny feeling the temperature there is just right!!