Our drive to and home from the funeral on Saturday was quite treacherous at times with rain squalls that turned the freeways into rivers. We saw a few cars that had hydroplaned and ended up in the medians or in accidents with other vehicles.
But we made it there and home again just fine and it was worth it to see these cuties, my mom and dad.
Here are the song sheets from the funeral with the same songs in Russian and English side by side.
A closer look at the same song here in English and below in Russian…
I was pleased that I understood most of the Russian message at the funeral service. The English message delivered by my brother Steve was challenging…
Welcome to my bi-lingual world…
Some of you asked if Dear is Russian and the answer is no. He took Russian in college and he can read Russian. He sang with our Russian choir when we were dating. Dear is half Swedish and half English, Welsh and Cherokee. :0)
Photobucket is holding all my photos I stored with them from 2007-2015 hostage unless I pay them a lot of money. I’m slowly cleaning up many posts from this time period and deleting their ugly grey and black boxes with a ransom request. Such a time consuming bother.