goodbyes

So, a week ago today the Myhre family left Bundibugyo. Hard to believe it's been a week already. We are pressing on here, after a couple of days' rest in Fort Portal (pictures to follow). It's a strange limbo we are in here...a small band of us in a wide variety of siutations, some lingering emotionally in the past, some focused ahead towards the future, all of us meanwhile trying to get whatever presents itself to us today, done...so getting by day to day, but not all that sure that we are doing very well much below the surface... I have a few photos to capture a few of the events that led up to the departure of the MAF flight piloted by Samuel last monday morning. First: take off! Wesaloeh!
our attempts to say what's important!
the Myhre's and their boys.
church on Sunday, the begining of a day of celebration of what God has done, and in this moment, prayer for what God will do!
the proud purchaser of a single papaya in the offeratory auction for a mere 21,000 Ush!!!! Given then as a gift to the Myhre's
The celebration at Christ School of what God has done in the last 17 years. The highlight performance = Alpha Kindergarten's muleddu
Scott and Jennifer with 3 of the doctors in training they leave behind...seeds in the ground for the future of health in Bundibugyo. So glad to see the faces of these guys.
Jack at work
drumming attempting to keep cool
Desmond testifying to God's work at CSB with the backdrop of the Rwenzori's
Jofrey and Vincent testifying to God's work in the church. I would post pictures of Pat and Scott and Jennifer's words of testimony and encouragement but it was so close to dark by the time that came, the pictures aren't very good.
RMS commencement for Jack and Julia on Friday afternoon...small but sweet.
stellar student - recipient of the "most helpful" award = Julia Myhre
teacher and students - the end of an era of RMS teachers in the Myhre family's life

NHC staff - 17 years of working side by side
fun and games in the process :) Scott and Biguye.


So, there you have a few snapshots of the festivities. What you don't see are the tears. What you won't read are the words we didn't have...what to say. WE LOVE YOU MYHRES!