Arkansas can be very hot in July. Our family gathered there in the Ozark mountains to celebrate the memory of our late father, Deacon Bill Reuter who passed from this life to eternal life ten years ago.
One of the final stops after camping at the Kings River, was the cemetery where my father was laid to rest. My mom was concerned that after a decade, the grave stone had become dirty. We took turns scrubbing, cleaning, and remembering. One of the great grand children took time to place a bright, pink flower beneath the tombstone.
We sang, we prayed and we cried. We heard a history of love and dedication from our mother as she recounted their life together. What powerful stories of love, service and laughter she shared with all of us.
Dad, you gave so much to all of us. It is the power of your love that has brought us all together in one place. As we eagerly await our reunion with you in heaven, we remember you with an everlasting love.
Your loving daughter, Annie