The girls at the Young Women's values flag ceremony.
Hot, rainy and humid, but always having a good time.
The girls did a service project making and repairing benches for the church campground at the Johnson Farm.
We were heartbroken this week to learn that Uncle Darin had passed away while on High Adventure in Jackson Hole with his son Jake. While Joanne and Jessica were at girls camp in Ohio, the younger two girls and I flew to Utah for the funeral.
Despite the very unfortunate circumstances, it is always a blessing to be able to be together with your family.
Lily knows how to be fashionable for any occasion.
After the funeral, we found time to cool off and play a little before heading back home. St. George has a very cool splash park...
...and it's not just for little kids either.
Grandpa took a rather severe beating from the grandkids who thought they were just playing.
We all went out for snow cones when the playing was done.
I've often thought that we are a strange lot as Latter-day Saints. Every time I've been to a family funeral, whether the passing was expected or unexpected, it seems more like a family reunion than a funeral. I remember when my Grandpa Lancaster died, we rode horses for three days straight and played with cousins until our legs nearly fell off. There is no question that Darin's untimely and unexpected passing is tragic, and we continue to pray for Angie's family every single day. And yet as we came together, we had so much fun as a family, and we spent the time together being happy. I think this happens because our knowledge of the gospel gives us so much reason to hope, so much faith in a grand and happy reunion in the Spirit World. The world often sees us as a peculiar people, and indeed, I guess we are.
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