a trip to the cemetary
Today is July 8. It is the third anniversary of my uncle Todd Mouw's dying day. I am not one to visit cemetaries.....I don't tend to go to remember my loved ones....until today. His widow, Cyndi reminded the family this morning that July 8 is the day he died and so it helped me think about him and remember him and more importantly, to remember his dying day. In all of my life, and the lives of my children and husband, I believe we may never experience a dying day quite like the one Todd had. It was beautiful and purposeful and intentional and tragic and sad and glorious......death was imminent for him and he was allowed to decide that July 8 was the imminent end. He had countless visitors in his hospital room, including our entire family. We sat with him, sang with him, prayed with him and heard scripture with him. He told each of my children how much he loved them. He called all of his friends who could not come to say good-bye and he had meaningful conversations with