My stepdad came to church and talked with me for a bit before the jr high worship started. He wanted to visit Grams' grave after service, but come back in time so he can go back with Jason's parents. Doojin graciously let me borrow his car, and we were on our way. We stopped and got white roses for Grams before heading up to Rose Hills. It took some time to find her grave (I haven't visited in a long time). He did that bowing thing that Koreans do. As I sat down and cleaned her plaque, tears started falling from my eyes. I miss her. A lot.
We had a nice talk -- about Mom, their store, aunt Sara and her husband Don and how they live right next to my parents, my job, my plans, etc etc. He had to come back because his visa was about to expire, and he talked about how hard it was to get through the airport security. It was tough because he had been out of the country for two years. He thinks Mom wouldn't be able to come here because of her credit and tax problems. He said they're doing okay in Korea -- business is pretty slow, but they make enough to go on. And Mom's happy since aunt Sara is nearby. Apparently she hasn't been calling because of work, and whenever she does try to contact me, I'm not home. Hmm.
We went back to church and said our goodbyes. He's leaving on Tuesday afternoon, and I won't be able to see him off due to work.
I was supposed to do praise for EM with the Broken Movement team, but I think I lucked out by having to miss the service; it ended at four. They looked like zombies coming out of the sanctuary. "Ahhh, so bright! What day is it?"
I bought dinner for Grace and Amy for "winning" our bet from several months ago. The Wench came too -- I'm sure she enjoyed every painful minute. I lost my phone at the restaurant. I was supposed to give it back to Steve's parents on Tuesday. Great joke, Lord.
Day off tomorrow. Time to relax.