Sunday, November 7, 2010


I was just looking through some pictures I've taken over the past few weeks in West Virginia.... it was nearing the end of the season for the leaves - but still - look at those colors!! My dad is buried on that highest mountain there up behind the house - in a graveyard he helped tend even as near as this past summer. Good thing he made those arrangements before he passed... just sayin'. I always thought it was about as close to God as a person could get and Dad agreed. He'll always live on in that mountain no matter what. I think he made a good choice.


Stacie said...

The fall leaves are absolutely stunning.

Is that your dad's property where he lived?

Mia said...

Yup - that's his garage. Siblings want to sell it. Immediately, and apparently majority rules in the latest version of dads will.

My heart is beyond broken. For the last 20 years I've planned to retire to this exact spot with my dad's blessing and words of how proud of me he was.

Now what?