...and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother (Prov. 18:24)

For quite some time, our family has been trying to relocate. But for some reason it just never worked out. Time and time again our plans fell through. We were so discouraged. We felt stuck in Bothell with no way to escape!

After Hazel died we understood why. Our Father kept us here, knowing we'd need time to heal among friends who would love and support us through unspeakable pain. I have not always been able to open my heart, or my front door, to the many people who have offered their love and service to us. But just knowing it's available has helped me.

Thank you to everyone who came to the service, and to those who have supported us with thoughts, prayers, emails, FaceBook comments, flowers, cards, gifts, and food.