We are just back from the village and Grandmother is duly buried.  It was a challenge to find the place as we couldn't get hold of Jean Magloir for directions.  We went into his village and finally found someone who knew where to go.  But there was another funeral in the vicinity and we went there first.  Thankfully they knew Grandmother so were able to give us good directions.  Jean Magloir was so happy to see us.  He appreciated the sack of rice, though he had to carry it on his back, and it weighed a ton!

While nobody knows for sure, it is assumed that Grandmother was around 100 years old.  They didn't keep track of such things back in the day.  Her husband chose her to be his wife because she came from a village noted for girls who produced large families.  She lived up her village's fame, having seventeen babies.  Four times she delivered twins.  Imagine what it must have been like without electricity and running water.  She left four generations of descendants when she died. 

We were fed afterwards, but I was skittish.  All I could think of was the recent funeral when I vomited all the way home.  So I ate some rice and drank pineapple juice.  

We're heading to bed now.  Tomorrow will mark one week before the Bible Conference.  There are just the last minute things left to do.