I took today as my rest day. Jeff and I got up early to drive home to Visalia for my grandmother’s service at 11. It couldn’t have been more perfect. It was just family for this one, and there will be a larger celebration of life service in a month, since it was too much for my dad and uncle to plan another big funeral at this point.
Janey’s service was held in a small chapel at the cemetery… the same chapel that she fought to restore and keep many years ago when it was going to be torn down. That kind of stuff was always very important to her. The flowers were orchids and roses, and the chapel was filled with the smell of Hawaii, a place that she loved. It brought back memories of my first trip to Oahu with her and Poopa. Janey helped Piper and I make head wreaths out of orchids from the yard of our rental house. The message that the pastor shared was personal and brought a lot of peace. I like to think that my grandparents are together again, as it is meant to be. My sister nailed it when she said, “God had 2 months of Poopa and realized… he’s too much to handle!” Likely true. I loved my grandparents and I will miss them dearly.
On another note, yesterday was also mine and Jeff’s 5 year wedding anniversary. After the funeral and lunch with all the family, I convinced my parents and sister to go bowling with us. What else do you do in Visalia, really?! I like to think of myself as a good bowler, but today I really sucked. I’m afraid CrossFit does not transfer over to bowling. My best shots were between the legs… I got desperate! I got 2 spares in 2 games and didn’t even hit 100… sad. However, I had fun just hanging out with my family. We made dinner together and played a rousing game of Dominoes until all hours of the night… 9:30.
Somewhere in there I ended up putting a temporary tattoo of an eyeball on my forehead. I’m weird, what can I say? Every time I come home, I get this question from my mom: “Where did you come from?!”
After everyone went to bed, Jeff and I watched Tron, until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. It was not a very typical day, but I was thankful to be able to spend it with the people I love the most.
“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” I will certainly thank God every time I remember Janey.