A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer...

This is the plane I will be taking to Page. It's the little one on the left with eight windows. It's about as big as two of the baggage carts (foreground). So far there are three people at the gate waiting for this plane (I think). I guess it will be less packed than my last flight!

So these photos are a bit old, but I was expecting Bryan to blog about this and he never did, so I am. On June 8, Bryan and I attended the Crescent Valley High School graduation in Corvallis, where all of our high school students go to school. We had three students graduating: Esther Ha, Michael Kang and Chanho Park. Below is a photo of Esther and her sibs Daniel (sophomore) and Eunice (collegeish age). This is a typical portrait of their family - with them goofing off. Right as I was taking the photo, Esther nailed Daniel in the stomach and both of them were laughing. Esther went to AZ with us last year and will be heading of for DTS in Switzerland in early July. She is awesome, and has grown so much over the past three years I have known her. I have high expectations for her future and am proud that she made it to graduation day! Above is Daniel and Michael sharing a laugh together after graduation. Both of these guys are in AZ right now on our mission trip. I am currently sitting i...

My great grandma always loved Memorial Day. She was a stickler for making sure that her husband Jack's grave was always decorated with flowers and an American Flag on the special day. Over the past few years she has been too sick to go out on Memorial Day, but just last year on that day, I took my brother and cousins out to Grandpa Jack's grave to mke sure he had his flag (as seen on my blog entry one year ago!). Because of my great-grandma's reverence for Memorial Day, it was only fitting that she passed away May 25, on that holiday this year. When I first found out about her passing, I grieved because I always hoped my children would know their great-great grandmother, as I had known mine. Leading up to her funeral, I recalled how much I had cried at my great-grandpa Jack's funeral when my mom struggled through a song in his honor. It's tough seeing your own mother cry. I was only 10 then, so I was hoping the extra 15 years would give me something to stand behind....