Farewell

Sweet Rebekah and I were up late talking on Sunday night about heaven. "Mom, do you really believe in heaven?" and such. Often times I've noticed that the Spirit prompts questions and moves us in a particular direction before a change in our lives. Rebekah went to her guinea pigs cage this afternoon to feed them and her sweet little pig from this summer that we were treating with antibiotics for suspected kidney stones had died. The funeral was after Joe got home from work and before dinner. What would heaven be without of fluffy, furry friends? A lonely place indeed.