I was feeling my father (Grandpa D) out before asking him the big question – would he and Grandma D consider moving to Africa for four months. The RVA finance office was going to be short-staffed and since grandpa and grandma had extensive experience in that area - as well as 7 grandchildren living on campus - it seemed like a good fit for them.
But there were so many reasons to say no. The amount of effort that it takes to get out the door, finding people to tend to things while gone, setting aside obligations at church, the expense, and, of course, leaving behind all the luxuries of first world living.
Yet, they said yes.
|Grandpa saying goodbye to us in 2012.|
Living in Africa has meant seeing less of family and friends and there has been pain in that. But it has also led to the coming of Grandpa and Grandma D to live with us at RVA and that was an unexpected treat. Somehow this move to Africa resulted in us getting to see more, not less, of at least one set of grandparents.
|Us saying goodbye to grandma and grandpa on Sunday.|
“Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.”
|Grandma and Grandpa on safari with us.|
|In the Masai Mara.|
|Babysitting while CrazyMom and I were in town.|
|Grandpa helping Anna build her pinewood derby car.|
|Grandma leading the Junior High Choir.|