Hello!
In December of 2009 I had to make a quick trip to Germany. The occasion was a sad one: the funeral of my mother, or--more accurately--the celebration of her moving on to a new life in heaven. The memorial service was marked by confidence in her eternal destiny.
I did not take any pictures at the funeral, but there were plenty of other opportunities in the retirement community where my dad will continue to live. I also got some great views on my flight from Geneva to Dusseldorf, just crying out to become photographs.
Der arme Weihnachtsmann
Poor Santa! It's not an easy job being St. Nicholas at a retirement center. When my dad comes back from the hospital, he will first be quartered in this building and then, Lord willing, move to the intermediate care facility.