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Here are a couple of photos from my mother's funeral services. Since she was an artist, we opted to display six of her paintings, four in the chapel and two in the foyer.


My brother Andy, my sister Elizabeth, and me with a self portrait that Mom did from an old photograph.


Graveside service. We had the chaplain from the care center where Mom lived for almost a year conduct the funeral and graveside services for us. She was an MK, raised in India, so had a great appreciation for some of the aspects of our family history. She is also a very caring person and was kind, helpful, and encouraging to Mom during those final months.


One interesting thing was that, when we arrived for the funeral service at the mortuary, the lights were out! Fortunately, because of a music glitch in tests the night before, my brother had recorded the music for the service on a CD and a battery-powered player was available. We all agreed that, given all the missionary connections, it was appropriate to have, or at least begin, the service without electricity. However, the lights did come on -- at the moment in the reading of the eulogy when it was reported that Dad and Mom had married! How appropriate!