This was taken by a friend of mine this morning. I'm the one trying to light a candle, my husband Tom is reading, my son Andy (the writer) it the tall, dark and handsome guy and between us is his gorgeous girlfriend Gina.
This is the last worship service in our church, in the small chapel. Last time I will have received communion in this old building. When the hour was over I couldn't stop crying. I really thought that through this entire long process that I had done my grieving, but apparently I was wrong. So, I had to use this shot for today.
This Friday we will do Christmas Baby Bear and give out lots of toys and outfits. I'm looking forward to that - and then I have to pack it all up!
I was baptized in this old building, went through Communicants class, was married, by son was baptized here. I have taught Sunday School and Vacation Bible School. I've been a Deacon and an Elder. My parents were buried from this church. I worked here as secretary and gave birth to Baby Bear. It has been an eventful 58 years.
A lovely family shot and a very emotional time for you all I am sure -- I know that our God is with us wherever we are ,but as we are only mortals we love to cling to the symbol of our faith , the stone & mortar church building
It is a bittersweet time for I'm sure. The memories can never be taken away though and you can hold on to them. Plus, you do have pictures as well to remember and rejoice for all the good things that happened to you here. It's hard to let it go, I'm sure. But what a nice "final memory"- your family celebrating Advent.
