The Georges in Peru

In our division of labors, Amy did the laundry 95% of the time.  But last night Ben had to resort to me.  At 6 pm he realized that he needed clothes for his week-long school trip to a remote Andean village to do a 'community service project'.  Luckily, we live in a desert where it is so dry the dew point is below freezing and you really can hang clothes at night on our rooftop clotheslines and they will be dry by morning.  In this case, they needed to be dry by 4:30 am, which is when Ben had to be at school with all of his stuff.  We don't even own a drier, so I was happy when I woke up and sure enough, they were dry.  Even blue jeans.  Our kids attend a school attended by, let's say, 'well-resourced kids.'  Many of our kids' classmates live in fancy homes and their parents drive fancy cars.  Ironically, Ben, having spent 8 years of his life in Abancay, will have had more experience that most of his classmates being in remote, 'poorly-resourced' Andean villages!  He was so excited about his trip he said that he wasn't sure if he had slept at all last night.  Hopefully, he got some sleep on the 7- to 10-hour bus ride today.

Oh, yes.  I almost forgot.  I had to go to a notary to sign an 'authorization to travel' but this time, since it was within the country, it was simple and quick.

Peru goes to great effort to reduce child trafficking.  One of the rules they've instituted is that minor children not accompanied by both parents cannot leave the country without a notarized authorization from the parent that isn't traveling with them.  This is probably good to keep an angry spouse from taking the kids to some other country without telling the other parent.  What does one do if he is the only parent after the other one dies?  Our mission secretary told me that I would need to take the death certificate with me to the airport.  Check.  Death certificate.  Got it the morning after Amy died.  When we arrived in Lima on Monday to get my residency card the mission secretary revised her advice and told me that the death certificate isn't enough.  One has to go to a notary and have them give me an authorization to travel.  "Why isn't a death certificate enough?"  "They are too many fake death certificates out there," was the reply.  "But isn't it just as easy to get a fake authorization from a notary?"  is the next obvious question that no one can answer adequately.  Okay.  No problem.  We went to the notary, where they requested birth certificates for the kids.  "Here you go!" I said preparedly.  "These are several years old.  You need new ones." was the reply.  How would a new birth certificate show that Amy and I are the true parents better than an older one that I had?  That's the way it is.  We went to another notary.   After looking over my papers they concluded "Your death certificate is from a different region.  We can't verify its authenticy."  Panic started to swell as I wondered what I would do if no notary would give me my authorization.  Thankfully, the third notary seemed to know what she was doing and was reasonable in trusting my children's birth certificates, national identity cards and passports and wrote up the authorization.  Whew!  So we were able to fly to the US this morning and are here in Omaha making preparations for Saturday's memorial service at Christ Community Church at 11 am.  After the 2nd notary, we were going to go to downtown Lima to the birth certificate office (RENIEC) to have them verify Amy's death certificate, but providentially (I truly believe God had his hand in this) all four taxis we stopped and asked for a ride said they wouldn't take us.  That closed door led us to the third notary who gave us the authorization.

I thought it was a pretty normal funeral.  Actually, everything went splendidly.  But it was quite different from a normal Peruvian funeral, so it took a lot of patient explaining that we were doing things the way we did.  In Peru, when someone dies, usually the body is left in the house and put on display ensconced in curtains and shiny pillars.  People come and visit, usually whispering quietly.  We had the undertaker take Amy's body to the funeral home shortly after she died on Thursday night and Friday we had an open house and I estimate 75 people came and visited in a house that was far from quiet.  All of the kids had friends come and visit, and they entertained themselves around the house while the adults visited.  The other SIM missionaries took shifts keeping the kitchen hopping and the dining room full of inviting sandwiches and goodies.  We chased everyone out at 5:30 pm and went out for pizza at Papa John's and went to bed exhausted.

This morning we finished printing out the funeral programs and delivered the flowers to the Family Focus Center.  We all dressed in black and went over to the center at 10 am.  The funeral home brought Amy in a glass-enclosed casket at 10:30, about 30 minutes later than planned.  I wasn't getting nervous yet.  But at 11 am, the funeral starting time, only about 40 people were there.

 Now I was starting to get concerned.  Was a funeral for and by foreigners too strange and scary to attend?  What are we going to do with food for 300 people?  But suddenly, lots of people started showing up and we started about 20 minutes late.  By noon almost all of the 250 chairs were filled, and all were filled by the end of the service with a comfortable number standing in the back.  It was such a nice service, with a song by the other missionaries, stories shared by many, and a succinct message by the pastor on salvation. The facilities were super, with great music and sound and it wasn't too hot despite the sun beating down on the roof.

After dinner, the undertaker returned (it seemed odd to me that they didn't stay for the funeral.  They just left the casket at 10:30 and came back at 2:30) to get Amy's body and we followed them to the crematorium.  On the way there, we got stuck in a traffic jam of Holsteins.  You can see the crematorium chapel in the distance.

Once we arrived, we had to fill out a bunch of forms and give them copies of our passports and the death certificate.  They took Amy's fingerprints and toe prints (Interpol has her fingerprints, but who could possibly verify her toe prints?!) before she was cremated.

The kids each had tons of friends at the funeral and many came over to the house afterwards as well which was great.  Thanks for all of your prayers and well wishes.  Sorry that I can't respond to each of them personally.

With a heavy heart I must make this post, this afternoon at 3:45 pm, Amy went to heaven. 

The funeral will be Saturday at 11 am at Enfoque Familiar near our home.

Visitors will be received tomorrow from 10 am until 5 pm at our home.

Thanks for your prayers,

Allen and the kids

Ice cream, especially the type I make, is extremely calorie-dense.  I once weighed more than I wanted to weigh and weighed myself daily and plotted my weights on the fridge door as a reminder.  I didn't allow myself to eat icecream as long as I was over 170 pounds.  It was a great motivator for me, and it worked to get the pounds off.  But it is a great way to put the pounds on too, and today Amy actually ate a small bowl of icecream after her bath.  Initially, I brought her just a couple of bites, since I thought she probably wouldn't eat it, but after she finished it I asked, "Would you like some more ice cream?" and she clearly replied, "I would!"  But since then, she's been pretty non-responsive.  It's amazing she can go up and down so much.

I've finally found the perfect way to give her something to drink.  A bike water bottle!  Mine has graduations on the side to measure how much I give her and I can squirt water into her mouth without it running down the side of her face.  After struggling with sippy cups (too slow) and bottles (too difficult to control) it really is perfect.