The day after Dad passed away, Adel woke up early, went to the store, and cooked the whole family Boppa's traditional pancake breakfast. All the kids said grace. Isaac prayed for us not to forget Boppa. I felt like it was such a tribute to my dad, and I am fully confident that Adel will assume the role of servant-leader for the family, at least as far as breakfasts are concerned.
This is the chapel where we had Dad's family memorial service.
The roses were special to DD, dad's mom. Papa, her husband, brought her yellow roses at the birth of each of her four sons. We had the kids pass them out to all the family members and then enjoyed the sweet family chaos that ensued as each family member placed a rose (or more than one) in the vase by Dad's portraits.
This was the centerpiece, also with pictures of Dad and family.
Dad's brothers (he was the second oldest brother).
Lindsay and I with Dad's portrait.
Halfway through the service, the pastor specifically addressed the grandchildren, which was lovely, and then dismissed them to go outside with one of Lindsay's friends, Tami, who had offered to lead them in a time of crafting, singing, and learning about heaven.
We were so happy with the way the whole family service went. It was perfect for us.
After the memorial, Uncle Tom treated us to lunch at Papadeaux. It was the first time I had really been able to relax and enjoy the company of my family, and I really appreciated it and thought it was the perfect end to the service.
And I wanted to take photos of the flowers that were sent...
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