Autumn in Idaho

I woke up today still wondering how it's possible I am here in Idaho, an unexpected whirlwind of last-minute planning, driving, fast food, driving, fast food, driving that carried us here for Grandpa's funeral. I can't remember the last time I got to see fall in all its splendor. I forgot how beautiful this season is. I don't know how many choices we had about our lives before God placed us here, but if I got to pick the season I could die in, I would have circled fall. There's something so apppropriate about the idea, especially to celebrate a life long-lived, and well-lived.

It was a beautiful funeral and how fitting the graveside services took place in a soft rain. No one complained about the cold, there were umbrellas for everyone. How could we complain? Grandpa would have thought the whole thing too much fuss over him anyway, ridiculous so many of us traveled so far to stand in the rain at a graveside in Sugar City, Idaho. It was a wonderful reunion with cousins I hadn't seen for years, their children now the ages I will always think of them as being.

And now we get stay for a week. It's fall break after all and the kids were out of school anyway. Thanks, Grandpa, for timing it so perfectly for us! My kids are unfamiliar with Grandma's house in autumn- first things first: there are leaves to play in.